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

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and invariably became completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.

Kenneth Bell
Kenneth Bell

A tech strategist and writer passionate about digital transformation and emerging technologies.