Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently without any seats once I boarded.
One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.
We were coming down the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to make it. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to get ill. He opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. But then I likely fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the park.
“You right, love?”
Right then, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.
Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I made my way home passing several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.
