Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and was consistently standing room only when I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my destination, at which point 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 last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.
I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight down into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.
Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.
