I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
During my 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and invariably became without any seats once I got on.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.
We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I realised I was unable to last. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.
After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise just then but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see his features – only his legs and the big container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.
