Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
During my my late teens, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently without any seats when I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my destination, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to throw up.
As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was determined not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. However I apparently fainted. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise just then but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home passing the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.
Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
