🔗 Share this article Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom. At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently standing room only once I boarded. One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to throw up. As we neared the street towards the destination as I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”. Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement. I was determined to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area. “You right, love?” Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused. A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise just then but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug. I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless. Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.
At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently standing room only once I boarded. One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to throw up. As we neared the street towards the destination as I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”. Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement. I was determined to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area. “You right, love?” Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused. A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise just then but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug. I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless. Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.