Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became without any seats once I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.
As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.
I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
In that instant, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.
Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home and then spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.
I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.
Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
