In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually full and invariably became completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and then spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.