I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.
As we neared the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took several steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
My intention was to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.
After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home and then spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
