I Was So Ill 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 crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I returned home passing several days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.