In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats once I boarded.
One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to be sick.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
I was resolved to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. Yet I apparently blacked out. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.
A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.
