Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became without any seats when I boarded.
One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I took a few steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
My intention was to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. But then I likely blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.
After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I was able to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.
Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.
