I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.
At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be completely full by the time I boarded.
On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus got to my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.
As we neared the street towards the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
I was determined not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.
“Are you okay, dear?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.
After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home passing several days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, during a time 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 hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.