In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It remained crowded and was consistently without any seats once I got on.
During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus reached my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to be sick.
As we neared the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
My intention was to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. However I apparently fainted. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
Right then, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.
