I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and invariably became standing room only when I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently blacked out. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk down into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued 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 undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.