Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
During my nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and would always be completely full when I got on.
During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.
We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
I was resolved not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. However I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.
Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit down when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.