Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and was consistently without any seats when I got on.
On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.
As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.
After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home and then spent the next few days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.
I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love in other people.
