Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently standing room only by the time I boarded.
On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.
The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.
Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to get ill. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.
I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. But then I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.
“Are you okay, dear?”
At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.
Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent the following 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 steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.
Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.
A seasoned casino strategist with over a decade of experience in gaming analysis and player psychology, Elena shares insights to help players succeed.
