Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be completely full by the time I boarded.
On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus reached my destination, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.
We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
My intention was to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. However I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me down into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home and spent the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.
Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.
