Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.
The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to be sick. He opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.
My intention was to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself 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. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time 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 reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.
