In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be standing room only once I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. But then I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.