🔗 Share this article Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom. Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It remained full and was consistently without any seats once I boarded. One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer until the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to be sick. We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”. Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement. I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination. “Are you okay, dear?” At that moment, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me down into a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no. After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up just then but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless. Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.
Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It remained full and was consistently without any seats once I boarded. One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer until the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to be sick. We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”. Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement. I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination. “Are you okay, dear?” At that moment, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me down into a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no. After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up just then but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless. Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.