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

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and would always be completely full by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus got to my destination, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. However I must have blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I made my way home and spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.