Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.
One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I understood I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a few steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.
I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I apparently fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.
Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw his features – just his lower half and the big container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about humanity.