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

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be standing room only by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I was unable to last. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him I was going to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. However I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me into a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I returned home and then spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.