I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon 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 near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out 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 across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. However I must have fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.