Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and invariably became without any seats by the time I boarded.
During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.
As we neared the street towards the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.
A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.