So late last night, I was laying in bed, scrolling through hockey posts on tumblr like usual, when I get an email notification. The subject was letter, and the sender was Scott Darling
When Darling first got called up from Rockford after Crow’s injury, I didn’t know much about him, and honestly, I was a little upset when he began taking starts away from Raanta. However, after watching how incredibly talented he is, and from the moment I read his story about his personal struggles before making it to the NHL, he began to make his way into my heart as one of my favorite hockey players.
I had met him a few times, at practices, and Seabrook’s charity bowling event, and he seemed like such a cool guy. It was always in the back of my mind that I wanted to write to him to say how much respect I have for him, and how inspiring he is. Finally, last week, I wrote him a letter.
Like Scott did, I suffer from extreme social anxiety. While I have never had an alcoholic drink in my life, I had turned to other “coping methods” that are destructive, and have literally left me at “rock bottom”. So in those ways, I can relate to him.
I wrote about that in the letter, and of course adding in what joy the Hawks have brought to me, and how thrilled I was for him in the games he played against the Preds. I added my twitter username and email at the bottom of the letter, because why not.
Time skip to last Monday, after Hawks practice. I had the letter in my bag, but wasn’t sure if Scott would stop to sign after practice. He did. I gave him the letter and told him it would mean a lot to me if he read it. He said he would.
A few days passed, and I didn’t think too much of it. I really hadn’t expected a reply, I just hoped he had actually read it.
One more time skip to last night when the email showed up in my inbox. I had an embarrassing fangirl moment when I saw it. I clicked on it so fast my phone froze up. I read it through super fast, then read it again slowly.
For both his privacy and mine, I will not post nor say what the email said, but I will say it was true class, and just meant so much to me. It was not even a short, “ I read your letter, thanks, and wish you all the best”. It was a seven paragraph email. I was so shocked that he had taken the time to reply to me, and it made me so happy.
Because I can literally never stress it enough, hockey players are good guys.