I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.
During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained jammed and invariably became completely full once I got on.
On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to be sick.
We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I understood I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.
Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up just then but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
