I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be completely full once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.