I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
During my nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and would always be without any seats when I boarded.
One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to throw up.
We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
My intention was to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. But then I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.
Not long after, I felt better enough to sit down and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and spent the following days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.
I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about humanity.
