I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of my late teens, my morning travel involved an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be standing room only once I got on.
On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.
As we neared the road leading to my stop and I realised I was unable to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. However I likely blacked out. I could feel my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.
After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and spent the next few days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.
Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.