In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It remained full and was consistently without any seats by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I likely blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.