Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and was consistently completely full once I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.
As we neared the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to make it. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, so I took several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.
My intention was to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. Yet I likely fainted. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.
After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love in other people.