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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained full and would always be without any seats by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I realised I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. But then I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.