Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently without any seats when I boarded.
One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.
We were coming down the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
I was resolved not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. However I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.
After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.
I never saw his features – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
