In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.
During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and invariably became standing room only when I stepped aboard.
On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to be sick.
We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.
I was resolved to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.
A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.
