I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats by the time I got on.
One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to be sick.
The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.
I was resolved not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.
Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
