In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest washroom to be sick.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. But then I apparently blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.
Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.
