I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and invariably became standing room only when I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. Yet I apparently fainted. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. So he virtually carried me down into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I returned home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.