beautiful seizure

the other night, on a crowded BART train leaving a Warriors game, a young man had a seizure. he convulsed and tensed up and frothed at the mouth. i just stood there watching while people around me either left the area or tried to help, depending on their level of medical expertise.

Tina, my friend, a dentist, was the first on the scene. she didn't really know what to do, she said later, but did scream for someone to tell the driver to stop the train because of a medical emergency.

we're in the middle of the tunnel, came the reply from somewhere, and can't stop.

then came a nurse and a young guy and an older man, who i had noticed as very drunk moments before. he stood over the victim, as he recovered from the seizure, with his hand on his neck. in a slurred, overly dramatic way, he said to the victim, "ok... ok... shhhh... shhhh..."

i looked at the girl the victim was with, and she was distraught. somebody came to hug her, and i started to tear up.