Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became without any seats once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to get ill. He opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. However I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love in other people.