Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
During my my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and was consistently standing room only once I boarded.
On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.
I was determined to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to walk across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. However I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.
After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I made my way home passing the next few days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
