Since last December, I’ve been learning to deal with epilepsy all over again. This new version of epilepsy has come in the form of grand mal seizures and not my previous complex partial seizures. My body doesn’t like the physical exhaustion this new type leaves, but it beats having them sparingly versus small handfuls of them almost every other day like before.
Today was going to be a fun day. I was not just going to run errands, but I was going to go shopping at all my favorite geeky stores. Epilepsy had a different plan in mind.
As I made my way through the wonderful nerdy aisles at Game Stop, the feeling of dread aura came over me. Knowing I had little time before the seizure would begin, I quickly alerted my husband and found a corner to sit in.
As usual, I don’t remember much of the event, but I remember the kindness of a nameless stranger.
While some were busy being nosy by starring at my convulsing self, a particular wonderful woman offered my husband a helping hand. She helped him turn me on my side, brought him napkins to help clean the spit and blood coming out my mouth. She even went to the Whole Foods next door and bought me some cold water so I could hydrate after the ordeal.
When the paramedics arrived, she quietly left so she wouldn’t get in the way and didn’t even wait to receive a thank you. To this nameless stranger, I offer you the following words as a form of my gratitude.
In a world of darkness, I know there is still hope.
In a place where there is much cruelty, I know kindness still exists.
These things I know because I saw them today in the considerate actions of a stranger.
Without knowing who I was, you showed all the concern friends give to one another.
Nameless stranger and now my forever angel, thank you for your help.Advertisements