Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
During my nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.
On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to be sick.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps forward and told the operator to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. He opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
My intention was to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. However I apparently blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.
After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.
Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
