In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.
During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. The vehicle was always full and would always be standing room only once I stepped aboard.
During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest washroom to throw up.
As we neared the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.
I was resolved to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. But then I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.
“You right, love?”
In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.
Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home passing the following days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.
I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.
Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.
