In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently standing room only when I got on.
During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.
We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.
My intention was to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me over to an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.
Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home and spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.
Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.
