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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and invariably became without any seats once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus reached my stop, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I understood I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I got myself home passing the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.