Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It remained full and would always be standing room only once I boarded.
During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my stop, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.
The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
My intention was not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.
After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I got myself home and then spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.
I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about humanity.
