I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. It remained jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I got on.
On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.
As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
I was resolved not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.
Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.
Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.
