In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and invariably became without any seats when I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.
As we neared the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.
My intention was not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.
