In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only once I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards the stop when I realised I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I got myself home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.