In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
During my nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. It was perpetually full and was consistently standing room only by the time I got on.
During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to vomit.
As we neared the street towards the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was resolved not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble across to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. But then I likely fainted. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.
Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I was able to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I got myself home and then spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.
