Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always full and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the park.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.
After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.
