I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
During my my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It was perpetually full and was consistently completely full by the time I got on.
During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to throw up.
As we neared the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
I was determined to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space opposite the street, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up just then but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.
