In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It remained crowded and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to be sick. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. But then I apparently blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and spent several days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.