I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It remained jammed and would always be standing room only once I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer until the bus got to my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, ā€œI will lose consciousnessā€.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the park.

ā€œAre you okay, dear?ā€

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, ā€œAre you okay, dear?ā€ I told this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, ā€œAre you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?ā€ I could not to get up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I returned home and then spent the following days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.

Brenda Middleton
Brenda Middleton

An avid mountain biker and outdoor writer with over a decade of experience exploring trails across Europe.

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