Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became standing room only once I boarded.
During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.
As we neared the street towards the stop when I understood I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.
After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I was able to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I got myself home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.