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

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I was unable to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise just then but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home and spent the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.