Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.
During my nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an express bus. It remained jammed and would always be completely full once I boarded.
One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps forward and told the operator to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
My intention was not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. But then I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.
Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I made my way home passing several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.
