Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. It remained full and would always be without any seats when I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.
The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.
Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
My intention was to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I must have blacked out. I sensed my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.
Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love in other people.
