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

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became standing room only when I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to my destination, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I understood I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I managed a few steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.