I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained jammed and would always be without any seats when I boarded.
On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to be sick.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I managed a few steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me over to an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.
A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I returned home passing the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I did not see his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.
Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
