In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.
At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became standing room only when I boarded.
One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus got to my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.
As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I realised I was unable to last. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.
Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started inching my way to the park.
“Everything alright, love?”
In that instant, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.
A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home passing the following days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see his features – merely his legs and the big container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.
