In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It remained jammed and would always be completely full once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. However I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.