Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full by the time I got on.
On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.
As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to get ill. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.
Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I got myself home and spent several days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.
