Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.
At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and invariably became without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to be sick.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was resolved to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.
A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
