Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
During my my late teens, my daily commute involved an express bus. It remained crowded and was consistently standing room only by the time I got on.
During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus got to my destination, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.
As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I took several steps forward and told the operator to stop, telling him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
My intention was not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the park.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.
Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up at that moment but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and then spent several days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
