I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It remained full and would always be standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I realised I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get 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 several days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.