I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I understood I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I got myself home and spent the next few days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.