In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It remained jammed and would always be standing room only by the time I got on.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.
The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to be sick. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
My intention was not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I must have fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.
After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.
I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.
