I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and would always be completely full once I boarded.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise just then but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.