I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer until the bus got to my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I understood I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. Yet I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home passing the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.