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

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently without any seats once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, informing him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I must have blacked out. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.