In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus reached my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the street towards the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I got myself home passing the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.