I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be without any seats by the time I boarded.
One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.
As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to be sick. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.
I was determined not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. However I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into an adjacent building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up right away but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.
