I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It remained jammed and invariably became completely full when I got on.
On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus reached my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.
We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I realised I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.
My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.
Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home passing the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.