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

During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus got to my destination, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the street towards the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up just then but I was able to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home and then spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.