Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained full and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.
On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.
The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was determined not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.
I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love in other people.
