Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel involved an express bus. It remained full and was consistently standing room only once I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.
The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I realised I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
My intention was to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.
Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I returned home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.
