I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and would always be without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.
The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. But then I apparently fainted. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.
I never saw his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.
