I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and I understood I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. However I likely fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me down into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.