Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and would always be standing room only when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. Yet I apparently blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I got myself home passing the following days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. 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, a trait I cherish about humanity.