Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
During my my late teens, my daily commute involved an express bus. It was perpetually full and would always be completely full when I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus reached where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.
As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was resolved to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. But then I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
Right then, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
