I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus reached my stop, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to make it. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I took a few steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. So he virtually carried me into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.