In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
During my nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.
One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to throw up.
We were coming down the street towards the stop when I understood I was unable to last. In an instant, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to be sick. He opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.
After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently 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 get up right away but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I made my way home and spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.
