In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and invariably became standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.
We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I realised I would not be to last. In an instant, 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’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
I was determined not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. But then I must have fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.