I fainted at the light rail last weekend

I fainted on the platform of the Capitol Hill light rail station on Saturday night and hit my head pretty hard on the concrete. I don’t remember much about the fall (the faint was likely medically related, but won’t go into it) but when I came to I was surrounded by several concerned bystanders who woke me up, helped me get onto my feet, into a chair, and really cared for me.

I had to think exceptionally hard just to answer the questions “are you OK?” and “do you need to go to the hospital?” (Answers: no and yes, but I’m pretty sure I just said “I don’t know” because I was out of it.) Eventually, the security guards called me an ambulance after I eventually realized I was very concussed.

Anyway, I’m just sharing this because I’d been feeling pretty alone in this city for a while and since that episode I have been feeling incredibly…held? It could’ve been a lot scarier and more isolating and it wasn’t. People were really decent, kind, and helpful.

Sometimes I forget the good of people and that experience was just a core memory of trust in humanity and pride in my city.

Thanks to anyone who helped me that night and thanks for reading.