In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became without any seats when I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise just then but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I got myself home and then spent several days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.