🔗 Share this article Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets. Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I got on. On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus reached my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to vomit. As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I was unable to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”. Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement. My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination. “You right, love?” In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined. A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state. Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I got on. On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus reached my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to vomit. As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I was unable to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”. Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement. My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination. “You right, love?” In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined. A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state. Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.