克里斯汀·肯诺恩斯 那个男人点亮了我的生命

It was around 1996, and I was leaving a Broadway rehearsal, trying to walk to the subway. But I couldn't move. I had vertigo-like a spinning helicopter or a falling elevator-and a migraine so severe I couldn't see.

I leaned against the wall, terrified. I thought it was a brain tumor. An older man appeared and asked if I needed help. Somehow I knew I could trust him.

He said, "I'm going to get you home, young lady." He held my shoulders in the cab and kept me still.

When we got to my doorstep, he wouldn't take any money. "Just get to where you need to be," he said.

I was diagnosed with Ménière's disease, an inner-ear disorder, in 2000. I've learned how to handle it: I eat a low-salt diet and rarely drink alcohol.

Caffeine-I don't always do great there. Flashing lights can trigger it, which is ironic since I'm in show business.

But I'm lucky, because I'm still at it. And I think it's given me a special skill, almost a sixth sense, to notice when people are struggling and in pain.

I try to help people-with crossing the street, with their groceries. I never got the man's name, but if I ever found him, I'd tell him he was my angel that day. He flew me home.