I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
During my nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be completely full by the time I got on.
During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to throw up.
We were coming down the street towards the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I took a few steps forward and told the operator to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.
After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.
