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 regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I managed a few steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and then spent the next few days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.