In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
During my nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It remained full and was consistently without any seats once I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to throw up.
We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I understood I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.
Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home and then spent several days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.
