I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.
During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and invariably became completely full by the time I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus reached my destination, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to vomit.
We were coming down the street towards the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “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 requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk across to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. But then I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.
“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 managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.
After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and then spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see his features – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.
Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.
