In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently standing room only when I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus got to my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.
As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I understood I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.
I was determined to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.
After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and spent the following days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.
Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.
