I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It remained jammed and would always be standing room only when I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. Yet I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.