Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained full and would always be completely full when I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.
We were coming down the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I must have blacked out. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.
Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit down when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.
