Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.
Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always full and was consistently standing room only by the time I got on.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.
As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.
My intention was to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. Yet I must have fainted. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and spent several days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.
