Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
During my 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and invariably became standing room only when I boarded.
During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to be sick.
We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as I realised I was unable to make it. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
My intention was to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.
After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and then spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.
