I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and would always be without any seats when I boarded.
During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.
The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
My intention was to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. But then I apparently blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.
I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.
