I Was So Ill I Was Unable to 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 was perpetually jammed and was consistently completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to make it. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. However I likely fainted. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.