Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be completely full by the time I boarded.
During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.
We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.
After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I returned home and spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.
