I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became standing room only once I got on.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to vomit.
We were coming down the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
My intention was not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. But then I likely blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. 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 said no.
A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.
Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
