Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel was on an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be without any seats once I got on.
During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.
We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I realised I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
My intention was to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw his features – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.
Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.
