Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It remained full and invariably became without any seats when I boarded.
During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.
As we neared the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.
My intention was to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. But then I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.
Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I was able to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the following days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.
Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
