I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to be sick.
As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I took several steps forward and told the operator to stop, informing him I needed to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was resolved to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I made my way home and spent the following days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.
I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
