I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. It remained jammed and was consistently standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.
As we neared the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was determined to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. However I must have fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me down into a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up at that moment but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.
