Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became without any seats by the time I got on.
On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.
The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was resolved not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the park.
“You right, love?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk down into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.
Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.