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

At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and was consistently standing room only once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. However I apparently blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I returned home passing the following days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.