Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.
Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats when I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.
The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.
Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
