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Kate, not her real name, has epilepsy. Late once night, she began suffering seizures and went to the ER. She stabilized and was discharged at 4 in the morning. She called a Lyft to get home as she could not drive.
Here’s her first person account:
I called a Lyft to pick me up and hoped against hope that it would be someone kind, someone safe. A small SUV pulled up in front of the hospital doors and I climbed in, expecting some awkward small talk. After all, it was 4:30AM and I was being picked up from a hospital by a complete stranger.
I buckled my seatbelt, and then the driver turned around; she was a woman in her mid-forties with the kindest eyes.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m fine. I just have epilepsy so I can’t drive.” I replied, expecting her to shrug it off and hit the road. Instead, she began to tell me about her daughter’s recent epilepsy diagnosis. She said she understood my struggle of being sick and unable to drive; needing food to stay healthy, but not being capable of taking care of it myself; the unique riddle of needing help, but not knowing how to ask. She told me about how – even though her daughter lives hours away – she drove to bring her groceries several times a week.
This was already some kind of serendipitous encounter, a little blessing after a few rough days – but what she said next surprised me. “Honey, do you need groceries? Can I please take you to a store?” It was nearing 5 in the morning and a total stranger was worried that I wouldn’t be able to eat that day. I was so surprised. I told her, “No, it’s okay. I can handle it tomorrow, but thank you so much.”
As we got closer to my house, she gave me her cell number and insisted that I call her when I needed help – not just with more dire situations, but also with groceries and doctor’s appointments too. I felt comforted, but I knew deep down that my stubborn aversion to accepting help would probably keep me from ever picking up the phone.
But then the next day, she called me, knowing I needed food but sensing that I didn’t want to impose – and we went to the grocery store that afternoon.
She not only gave me safety and helped me fill my cupboards, but she gave me something I thought I had lost: she gave me hope. It was just a little taste, but it’s carried me through a lot, and these little glimmers of light can be so bright in the dark – and now I know that when the nights seem dark, my best choice is to find the light and follow it.
When you get a chance, do pay it forward. You will feel wonderful.
#kindness #payitforward #epilepsy
https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/when-i-was-alone-at-the-hospital-at-4am-a-lyft-driver-restored-my-faith-in-humanity/