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

During my 19 years old, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and would always be without any seats once I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.