Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats by the time I got on.
On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus reached my destination, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.
As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I realised I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.
My intention was not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I must have fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and then spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see his features – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.