Entrance to chapel with view to original convent building at the Convent of St. Mary, a former Episcopalian nunnery and school near Peekskill, NY. This was taken at the end of nautical twilight, and involved full moonlight as well as extensive light painting to give the feeling I was aiming for with the photograph.
Okay, I’m really bad at putting real life stories into words, so here goes nothing.
In February of 2011, I went to San Francisco, California to attend a Twilight Lexicon put on by Creation Entertainment. There were a lot of the actors from Twilight there, but the one that I really cared about was Booboo Stewart. Ever since I’d heard of him and learned his name, I loved him. When I learned he was going to be there, I decided to write him a note (yeah, that’s way cheesy, whatever). In the note, I explained to him that I had been suicidal lately and it kept looking better and better. Honestly, looking back on it now, it seems attention seeking.
That night was a ball (party) of sorts. At the end of the night, I went to say goodbye and ask him if he had time to read the note. He told me he hadn’t but it was still in his pocket. I thanked him and said goodbye.
The following morning, I woke up to an odd phone number on my screen. I picked up and started talking to one of Booboo’s friends. He gave me the number to the suicide hotline. I said thank you to him and told him to say thanks to Booboo for me.
I won’t go into the details of what happened afterwards, but it wasn’t good. For nearly two years, I was terrified of him and his friend hating me.
Fast forward to 3rd and 4th November 2012. My sister and I flew to Burbank, California to meet our friend to attend another (and the final) Twilight Lexicon. Booboo was going to be there again. The first day (the 3rd), I had my photo op taken with him. That night was another ball. Booboo went around to each table to say hello and talk with people. After what seemed like forever, he finally got to our table. There were two empty seats - one by my best friend and one by me. I quickly moved the empty beer bottle and the napkin from the spot next to me and thirty seconds later, Booboo sat down.
Dena, my best friend, immediately started talking to him about his most recent movie. (Words cannot express how thankful I was - and am - to her for taking those first words.) After she was done talking, he turned to the girls next to us and started talking to them. He turned back to us to say goodbye when I stopped him.
(Alright, here’s where a lot of my feels are going. I’m shaking just thinking about this.) I turned to him and started talking, pretty quickly. When I said something about the note, he interrupted me and said he still had it in his drawer. That meant a lot to me. All I said was I had given him a note and San Francisco and he knew what I was talking about. Anyway, I said I was sorry for what happened and thanked him for doing something. He shook his head and said what had happened didn’t matter. What mattered was that I was still here. “In the end, everything turns out all right.”
To say the least, I started crying. I told him it was thanks to him that I was still here.
The following day, right before the end of the final convention, my sister, my best friend and her daughter and I went to go say goodbye to Booboo and his family. Again, I started crying. I thanked him again and he hugged me and said he was glad I was still alive.
I can’t thank him enough for what he did for me.
The autographed picture was taken at the convention by their photographer.The last four pictures are taken by my friend Dena. Her Facebook fan page can be found here.