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@ dan 🍞
2023-10-18 22:04:11
It was Fall of 2011. I was 16 years old and in 11th grade. It was the sixth period of the school day. Somewhere between 13:00 and 14:00. I had study hall. My friend Chancellor Campbell and I went to the library as we usually did during this period. Chancellor was completely focused on doing his school work. He was amazing friend to have. I question whether he ever thought the same of me. Not that I think I did anything to offend him in any way. We were just focused on a lot of different things, but thank God, of all the friends that could have been sitting there at that table with me he was the one who was.
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Chancellor Campbell was the first person to help me while I experienced a seizure.
Now, I was playing a stupid, simple game on my phone that was based on Nyan Cat. I never cared much about school-work. I learned in all my classes. I did great or at least alright on tests. I just wasn’t up for doing any more work than I felt I had to do. So, instead of completing homework like Chancellor I played games.
I’d say we were equally focused at that moment, but then something strange starts to happen. I begin to get a weird feeling. My focus becomes blurred. I try telling Chancellor I feel strange, but quickly it’s as if I don’t know what words are. I’m looking at him, but I cannot think. My mind is like bowl of soup. At that moment, iwho I am disappears. Black out.
I wake up in the nurse’s office of the school. For the first time in my life I am told that I have just had a seizure. It was a Grand Mal. I did not know what that meant. Then I am told the rest of the story. Luckily Chancellor was with me. He knew what to do. He was able to help me down on the ground as my body convulsed. I was told he stayed calm and collected until more help came.
My head is ringing in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’ve had headaches, but this is beyond that. All I get is some aspirin, and I’m told my mom will be coming to pick me up.
I would go on to tell Chancellor that he was my hero. I would tell him that every once and a while. I meant, but I could not imagine how much I would believe it now that I am older. I look back after having experienced a life full of seizures where a large percentage of the time I had no one to help me as the seizure began to occur and I am so grateful Chancellor was there. I hope he is doing well. I believe he deserves to. He’s a hero.
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This is the Fowler building of the Carlisle High School in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. The library located on the second floor is where I my first seizure occured.