In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and invariably became standing room only once I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. However I likely fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I returned home and spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.