I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became standing room only once I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the street towards the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up just then but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.