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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became completely full once I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took several steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and then spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness 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.