I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. However I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me down into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home and spent the next few days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.