Just out of the WSB inbox, from a grateful West Seattleite who wants to be anonymous:
Today was an “ordinary” cold late fall Tuesday morning. I bundled up and headed for my bus stop, the last one on the West Seattle RapidRide Route, Avalon and Yancy.
Along with my fellow commuters, I stood patiently waiting while frequently glancing at the new Metro sign tick down the minutes for the arrival of our “C” line bus.
The bus arrived; I was the last one on ….no seats, so I stood ….no problem. As we headed north, then east onto the Bridge, soon there was a problem. That old unfriendly visitor of motion sickness set in, as did the bus’s heater. I began to seriously sweat, just as my body was reacting to a then-unknown blood-flow issue to my brain. Within about 5 minutes, I was completely passed out on the bus floor.
I woke around Seneca and 2nd with a dozen or so people around me. Concerned eyes, and moving mouths suggested one thing after another to assist me in my still-unclear position. One lovely woman took my coat off, while another held my hand. Someone else offered me fruit while the driver said to dispatch, “….she seems to be coming around….”
My new friend and Angel, Jennifer, walked me, arm and arm, to my work building.
As this day ends, my heart aches for those in Clackamas…but at the same time, I am exceedingly grateful to the compassionate strangers on the bus.