Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Biggest Thank You Ever (@taylorswift13, @taylornation13, #TaylorSwift1989Tour)

Sometimes things happen that remind you of how special the bonds of our interactions and offerings of kindness can be, and how those opportunities realize in you emotions that are all too often hidden away. Last night, at the Taylor Swift concert, two young girls did something that mine (and I) won't ever soon forget... and taught her something that I hope she also will always recall- even if more than the concert itself. The story, I'll try to be brief.

We bought tickets for the show waaaaaay back on the day they first went on sale, and figured that since the Wah (if any Taylor Swift fans end up here, that's the pseudonym given my daughter on this site as a baby) was going to only be five when it happened (and if we even took her), we'll just get cheap-o seats. She'd get to look down and see the whole stage, odds are she wouldn't last the night, it's likely insane to spend four hundred dollars to take a five year old to a concert, ... all of those reasons. We were hoping she'd get to go, though, because she loves Taylor Swift; once she made us listen to We Are Never Getting Back Together on repeat on a four hour drive to the Outer Banks oh man that was fun.

Last night arrives and so do we at Nats Park. It ended up being a daddy daughter date, since the Nag (again, a beloved nickname) had to work late and I secretly wanted to go because I like Taylor more than her there's no shame in that stop judging. We grabbed some dinner, walked around, got ice cream, stood in line for the family bathroom for eleventy hours because I can't go into the ladies room and went to our seats. Within about a minute of sitting down we were approached by two young girls who struck up conversation with the Wah. I thought to myself, "Cool, we're sitting next to nice kids, this will be fun for her." Then, out of the blue, they offered us two field seats.


My head was spinning a mix of confusion and excitement. Lacking retention of specifics, they had their original seats, but got two additional bangers right next to the stage because they have a fan site or the fan club (Taylor Swift Nation?) gave them two more ... like I said, my mind was all over the place. I asked if they were sure, they insisted. I asked the Wah if she wanted to go down there, she said yes. I offered to give the girls face value for those tickets, they said no. I offered to buy them shirts, they said no. I offered to buy them dinner, they said no. Then they said that all they wanted was to make my daughter's night. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

The girls walked down with us to the field, explained to the security guards the situation ("We know Taylor's people"... so much more confident than I'd ever be!), and got us our wristbands. They then walked the Wah to her seat, and came back after each of the opening acts to talk with her and ask if she was having fun. I think that, nearly if not equally as much as Taylor Swift herself, made her night. She kept asking when "her friends" would be back.

The entire chain of events that afternoon and evening- every random hiccup (original restaurant by the park that we tried was too full), unintended divergence (ran back to the car to get rain coat), or shortcut (ice cream-only line for Shake Shack) led us to that exact situation where this could have taken place. We sat down in our seats as the two girls happened upon our specific section in a huge baseball stadium.... we couldn't re-create that if we tried it infinite times. And because of it, to chance and good fortune in small parts and overwhelming thoughtfulness in large, my little girl had the experience that she did.

This is going to sound so dorky, but the selflessness and sweetness those girls showed the Wah- in act and example- had me so taken aback that I just wanted to hug them and cry... neither of which would have been a particularly good look in public. I can only imagine how proud their parents would be to learn of it. The concert was amazing, but being the recipient of such an immense act of kindness- to be told that someone just wanted to do something nice for you because they knew it would make you happy ... I hope the Wah was able to grasp it, and remembers that she has that same ability in life.

THANK YOU, again, more than I could ever say, to these two. You gave a gift that will last a lifetime. The little one fell asleep on my lap and we had to leave before the end of the show, so we couldn't see you one last time and I never got your names to send you our pictures.

Taylor Swift people, if you're reading this (hence the Twitter handles and hashtags in the title of this post) please bring these girls backstage and let them eat stromboli or drink lemonades with Tay Tay or something. People who aren't Taylor Swift, please share with everyone you know so that this stromboli and lemonade party can happen. It must. Pictures below. I don't normally show faces of family but will this time...


That guard was hilarious BTW

Holy moly these seats

Also I'm sure you're reading this Taylor thank you for saying that everyone at the show was your friend. When she woke up this morning she was sure to tell her brother that she's Taylor Swift's friend. 
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