Seizures are scary

While I was working on a computer in the No-Shhh!-Zone of the library yesterday, the man sitting right next to me had a seizure. He was an overweight guy, probably in his 40's. I thought at first he was just leaning back to stretch, but then he was leaning back, looking at the ceiling, and his body was rigid and shaking all over. He fell out of his chair and hit his head hard on the ground. He started to foam at the mouth and his lips were turning blue. At this moment I realized that everyone around him was just staring and nobody was doing anything. I jumped out of my chair and yelled that someone should call 911. I really didn't know what to do. I heard that you might need to stick something in his mouth, but that didn't seem like a good idea. His face was turning a deep purple now and the white foam was thick in his mouth. I turned him over to his side with the help of another guy (which was no easy task) and he started to cough up a lot of junk. Then he urinated on himself. A girl ran up and said that she was an EMT. She said to roll him over to his other side. I guess you can breathe a lot easier when you are lying on your left side than your right side. It makes sense. I just learned in my anatomy lab that your right lung is bigger (the heart takes up room on the left side) so if you are lying on your left side, your big, right lung can do most of breathing. The man was breathing heavy but still wasn't focusing his eyes on anything. Some people searched his wallet to figure out what his name was. One guy said, "I think his name is David." Another said, "I think it's Curtis." Still another said, "Is his name Craig?" I'm not sure why he had so many ID's. Maybe he was a con-artist or something. Anyway, I had to leave to go to work, but when I walked by that area all that was left was a yellow custodial sign saying "WET FLOOR."