Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and would always be without any seats by the time I got on.
On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus got to my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.
We were coming down the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.
I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
In that instant, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.
After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and then spent the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.
Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
