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

During my my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up just then but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I made my way home and then spent several days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.