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

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained full and was consistently standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. But then I likely fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet 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 get up right away but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.