Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became completely full when I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.
We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.
After a short while, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.
