I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and was consistently standing room only once I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.

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 was like a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.