Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
During my 19 years old, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became standing room only once I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus reached my stop, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.
We were coming down the street towards the destination as I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. So he virtually helped me walk down into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.
After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.
