Part 2 of the story
Something strange happened this weekend, strange in that beautiful and weird way. We all have heroes, people we admire and adore. One of my heroes is a person who performs with selfless abandons and joy. They are a joy to watch and inspiring to perform with. This weekend I realized that once upon a time I was one of their heroes.
Although this person does not know it they keep me doing faire. The story goes like this, more years ago then I want to think about this person was a patron. On the last day they had to be there they made sure to tell someone how much they enjoyed watching the character I was playing. The person they told was my friend Shaggy. Shaggy made a point that night to tell me what this person had said.
Now the part they don’t know. This was one of those days I really felt the weight of doing faire was too much. I was having a rough time in my life and faire was not going well. When Shaggy told me what the person had said, I got weepy. It touched my heart.
Until this weekend I had not recognized the person. They are now part of cast and they brighten peoples lives themselves. They are amazingly talented and are now one of my heroes.