In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. But then I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I got myself home passing the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.