🔗 Share this article Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom. During my my late teens, my morning travel involved an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I got on. On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus reached my destination, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up. We were coming down the street towards the stop when I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”. Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement. I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination. “You right, love?” At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I declined. A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise just then but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I did not see his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state. Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
During my my late teens, my morning travel involved an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I got on. On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus reached my destination, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up. We were coming down the street towards the stop when I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”. Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement. I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination. “You right, love?” At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I declined. A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise just then but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I did not see his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state. Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.