In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I realised I was unable to make it. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to be sick. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. Yet I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.