Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
During my 19 years old, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.
During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus reached my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.
The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I understood I was unable to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.
After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.
