I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently completely full once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. But then I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.