Bazzillons of years ago, I was a kid, and I loved to ride my bike. After school, I'd hop on the bike and go all over the place, in my residential area or even down a big street to another business.
One ride, I felt one of my seizures coming on. I felt it start up, and told it to go away, shut up. Next thing I know, I'm laying on my side in the left/right turn lane of the big street.
A guy is trying to talk to me, say hey, you doing ok, what's your name, those things. I couldn't speak, my speech is really affected after one.
Luckily, in that lane, I was RIGHT ACROSS from my hairdresser's salon! I had to mime phone go there call phone scissors haircut phone so he could kind of understand what I wanted. The idea was to get me to the hair place, they knew me by name, and could call my mom from the store.
He helped me across the street to the hair place, and once I got in, he left. No name, no nothing; I didn't get to say thanks to him.