In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and was consistently completely full when I got on.
During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus reached my stop, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to vomit.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
I was determined to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. But then I apparently blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.
After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise just then but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.
