In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home passing the following days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.