🔗 Share this article Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom. At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and would always be completely full once I stepped aboard. One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus reached my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick. The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”. Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street. I was resolved not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area. “Everything alright, love?” In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I declined. After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I got myself home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus. I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless. Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.
At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and would always be completely full once I stepped aboard. One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus reached my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick. The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”. Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street. I was resolved not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area. “Everything alright, love?” In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I declined. After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I got myself home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus. I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless. Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.