Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be completely full once I stepped aboard.
One particular morning, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to throw up.
As we neared the road leading to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into an adjacent building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.
After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise just then but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.
Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.
