Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
At the age of my late teens, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats when I boarded.
During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my destination, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.
The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.
I was determined to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. But then I likely fainted. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.
After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.
