As the city editor of the Glendale News-Press and Burbank Leader, I don’t often write columns in the papers. However, an incident of great selflessness happened to me last week that I feel needs to be shared.
Late afternoon on Feb. 5, I was standing on the corner of Central and California avenues in Glendale, wearing a dress shirt, pants and a tie and carrying my computer bag (just to give you the picture).
I was on my way to do interviews for the production of “Bright Star” at Glendale Centre Theatre.
All of a sudden, my feet went out from under me and I could no longer stand. I hung desperately to a traffic light pole.
A man walked up and asked if I was OK. I said I thought I could stand. Right afterward, a man and woman walked by and asked if I was OK; I said I thought I was. The woman went into action, saying the three of them were taking (dragging) me inside a nearby building to sit on a bench.
Using my phone, one of the men called my husband and told him what had happened and asked if he could he come get me. I remember hearing my husband say, “I think I’m having a heart attack.”
The next thing I knew I woke up in a medical facility. The doctor asked if I knew where I was, which I didn’t. “You’re at Glendale Memorial Hospital. You’ve had a seizure.” I’d never had a seizure before.
If those three Good Samaritans hadn’t stepped in, I could have had that seizure dangerously close to a busy street. There are no words to say how much I appreciate that they pulled me to safety and stayed with me during the seizure.
I don’t know who you three are, but I will never forget your willingness to help someone in extreme distress, without giving it a second thought. It’s been and going to be a long road to complete recovery, but I might not be making it without my three heroes.