My favorite moment last Wednesday

I think I'm going to start writing more now. I went through a time when I was too busy, and I spent my time sharing thoughts with others instead of ever writing them. Maybe this means I'm getting a little lonely again. Maybe I shouldn't think to deeply into it. I wanted to share one more of the very many great memories from the Main Event last Wed. This was my favorite. We don't get to always choose endings, or meet up with people again after hearing their stories. But it's amazing when we do. To first understand this, I must take you back to Warped Tour this past summer.

I got to help out at the TWLOHA booth the Boston Date of Warped. My friend Jason got me in, and I was at the booth most of the day helping out. I sold a lot of shirts, answered some basic questions, and was giving the opportunity to listen to a few peoples stories. It really put into place for me how important TWLOHA is, and how many people recognize that. I did go and see a couple of bands that day too. One of them being Chiodos. At some point between the crowd surfing and the pits and all the jumping up and down, I lost my wallet. I went and reported it, and came back to the booth feeling bummed out about it. Almost right away, this girl walks up to me at the table. She looks very concerned, and worried. She starts to tell me about a friend she has, who is standing about 20 feet away from out tent with another one of their friends. This friend has been struggling with cutting and taking pills, and the girl telling this to me says she doesn't know what to do. I freeze. I just immediately freeze and choke on every word that could come up. My brain is still thinking about how much fucking money i might've lost instead of something WAY MORE IMPORTANT, this girls situation. I grab Chris, who is working at the tent, and ask him to talk to this girl. I apologize and say that Chris is a lot better at talking about these things than me. I hated myself for the rest of the day for this situation. How I froze, and how I was more concerned about my wallet and someone asking for help. It had bothered me for so long. I never got over this. I know we aren't perfect, and we all make mistakes, but I was so scared I might've given this girl a bad idea of TWLOHA and the people that work for it.
Last Wednesday, after the event Jamie is meeting people. I walk up, having to tell him something, and this girl in front of him is handing him her phone asking him to talk to her friend for a minute. Jamie takes the phone and starts talking, and I start a conversation with this girl by telling her I think it's awesome she's doing that for her friend. She starts to share with me how her friend and her were at Warped that Past Summer and had a great conversation with Chris about how her friend was struggling with self-injury, "and taking pills" I finish the sentence for her. It hits me this was the same girl. The room froze in that moment for me. I told her I needed to talk to her for a minute. Jamie got off the phone with her friend, she talked to him, and then came to me. I explained to her that I remember her, and she came up to me and I froze (I was rocking a mohawk back then, so I looked at little different). I apologized over and over again to her, and was telling her that I was so glad I got to find her again. She told me her friend hadn't taken a pill or cut since the day before warped tour. (If you don't get why we do this, it's because of golden moments like this.) We talk a little more. I learn about her story a little bit and who she is. I tell her about our UChapter and point out the email where she can always talk to me if she wants. She has to get going, so I offer a hug and we say goodbye.
Imagine how I felt. This is why I live. This is why I'm so hopeful, and why I'm always staying positive and trying to improve myself. Redemption is a word that comes to mind. : )

You are not alone tonight. Or ever.
Hope is real. Help is real.
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