In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and would always be standing room only by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home passing the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.