In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of my late teens, my daily commute was on an express bus. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats by the time I boarded.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.
The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
I was determined not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. But then I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.
I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
