Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only when I got on.
One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick.
We were coming down the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.
After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.
I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.
