I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and was consistently completely full when I got on.
On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to throw up.
As we neared the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
Right then, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me over to a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.
Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home passing several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.