On Sunday, June 18, I felt dizzy and so I laid down on the patio of Ivatov, the bakery/coffee shop on Central, where I was enjoying a slice of tomato basic quiche, feeling lightheaded. My fellow patrons called 911, and provided shade from the sun, water, and emotional support until help arrived. The medics who answered the call quickly determined my vitals and mental state were OK and allowed me to refuse ambulance transport to the hospital. I have had such episodes since childhood (caused by vasovagal syncope) although far fewer as an adult. None have caused serious injuries, partly because I recognize the onset and get horizontal before passing out. But I am now 90 years old, so the 911 call was warranted, since the same symptoms could indicate other more serious problems.

I had walked to the bakery from my nearby apartment and needed help getting home. An Ihatov employee came out to the patio to say that the crew had agreed one of them would transport me in their car. I gladly accepted, and the young woman making the offer chauffeured me home, helped me into my apartment and assured herself I was settled comfortably. I cannot say how much this generous support meant. I always knew that Ihatov baked the best bread I had ever tasted, but until now did not realize they also employed the kindest and most generous employees. Gracias a la Diosa and Ihatov!