Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.
During my nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It remained jammed and invariably became without any seats when I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus got to my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.
As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. But then I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home and then spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.
I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.