🔗 Share this article Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets. At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and was consistently without any seats when I got on. On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit. As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”. Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk. I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the park. “You right, love?” Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I said no. Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug. I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable. Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.
At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and was consistently without any seats when I got on. On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit. As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”. Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk. I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the park. “You right, love?” Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I said no. Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug. I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable. Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.