I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. However I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I returned home passing the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.