Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently without any seats when I boarded.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus reached my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to vomit.
As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to be sick. He opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up just then but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.
Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.
