In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.
During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained full and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.
During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to vomit.
As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was determined to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.
Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise right away but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I returned home and spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.
