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

During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be without any seats by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. But then I must have blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me over to a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I returned home passing the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.