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

During my my late teens, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently without any seats when I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and the big container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.