Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
During my nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and was consistently without any seats once I boarded.
During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could reached my stop, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to vomit.
We were coming down the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was resolved to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and then spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
