I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently standing room only once I got on.
On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus reached my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.
The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I understood I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I managed a few steps forward and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to be sick. He opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.
I was resolved not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the park.
“You right, love?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.
After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.
