Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats once I got on.
During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus reached my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.
My intention was not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to walk across to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight down into an adjacent building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.
Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
