Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be without any seats when I got on.
During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus reached my stop, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.
As we neared the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
I was resolved not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight into an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.
After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit down when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
