Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. It remained jammed and would always be completely full when I boarded.
During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer before the bus got to my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to throw up.
As we neared the street towards the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
My intention was to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. But then I apparently fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into an adjacent building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.
A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.
I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.