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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my destination, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I was unable to make it. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. However I must have fainted. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but did manage to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.