Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It remained full and invariably became standing room only once I got on.
On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus reached my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to be sick.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.
Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and then spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.
I never saw his features – only his legs and the big container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.
