In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and invariably became standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus reached where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. However I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and spent the next few days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.