When my husband began having seizures several years ago, one of the things that struck me was the reaction of people around him. Certainly there were almost always people who wanted to help, but there were many more who were horrified by what was happening. Their fear inserted itself into the situation like a physical presence. During his last seizure, it was almost overwhelming. I felt so alone, advocating for my unconscious husband within a crowd of very fearful people. Writing about the experience not only helped me to release the jumble of emotions that I was carrying, but will hopefully allow me to reach others with a message: sometimes the simplest act of compassion can be the greatest help to someone in crisis.