Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained jammed and invariably became standing room only once I got on.
On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.
We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
My intention was to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. However I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home passing several days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.
