I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always full and would always be completely full by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I realised I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and told the operator to pull over, informing him I needed to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and then spent several days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and the big container for tools he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.