I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel was on an express bus. It remained jammed and would always be standing room only when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I took several steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk over to a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the following days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people 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 humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.