In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently standing room only when I got on.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could got to my destination, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.
We were coming down the street towards the destination as I realised I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was resolved to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. But then I must have fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.
Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.
Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.
