In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I realised I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to be sick. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up just then but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home passing several days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. 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 about my fellow humans.