Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and invariably became standing room only when I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer before the bus reached my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick.
We were coming down the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. But then I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.
Not long after, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise just then but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.
I never saw his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
