In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.
During my nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.
During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.
As we neared the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.
I was resolved to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk down into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.
Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.
I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about humanity.