Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could reached my stop, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to throw up.
We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.
Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.
