I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel involved an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be standing room only once I got on.
During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus reached my stop, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.
We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was resolved to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. Yet I apparently fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.
