I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. The vehicle was always full and invariably became standing room only by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to last. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home passing the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.