Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became standing room only once I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.
We were coming down the street towards my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was determined to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. Yet I apparently blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.
After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.
