I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be standing room only once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

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

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.