🔗 Share this article I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets. At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and would always be standing room only by the time I stepped aboard. One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to throw up. As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”. Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk. I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area. “You right, love?” At that moment, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I refused. A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless. Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.
At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and would always be standing room only by the time I stepped aboard. One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to throw up. As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”. Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk. I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area. “You right, love?” At that moment, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I refused. A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless. Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.