In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became completely full once I boarded.
On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to be sick.
The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when I understood I was unable to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.
I was determined to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the park.
“You right, love?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.
After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I made my way home and then spent the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.
Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.
