In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and was consistently completely full by the time I got on.
On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to be sick.
As we neared the street towards the stop when I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. However I likely fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.
Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
