In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. It remained crowded and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to walk across to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently fainted. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I returned home and spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.