In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and was consistently standing room only when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. But then I likely blacked out. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.