Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became standing room only when I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to be sick.
As we neared the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, so I took several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.
Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.
