In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently completely full once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him that I was about to be sick. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but 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. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love in other people.