Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It remained full and would always be standing room only once I boarded.
During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus reached my destination, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to be sick.
As we neared the street towards the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
My intention was to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. However I must have blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home passing the next few days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.