Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute involved an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently completely full once I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to vomit.
The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and I realised I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I apparently blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
Right then, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.
Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.
