Daniel Logan Saved My Life

With all the stories in the news about feuds and famous people being nasty to fans, you almost never see popular articles about good-hearted and caring celebrities. However, I am one to believe there are a lot more of them than we think. There are celebrities who will stop and take pictures with fans, no questions asked. There are celebrities who will give back in the way of charity and community service. And then, there are celebrities who change someone’s life without ever realizing it. This is one of those stories.

I was 18 years old when I went to the Star Wars Celebration in Essen, Germany. I was absolutely thrilled when I found out that I was going, so much so that I handmade a costume to wear for one of the days. I dressed up as Aayla Secura. For anyone unfamiliar with Star Wars, she is a blue Twi’lek (a type of alien) who fought in the Clone Wars as a Jedi. You should look her up, she’s pretty awesome and fierce. So, the first day we showed up, I was in full out cosplay. This was the same day that we were getting the autographs from the cast. Well, one person who I really wanted an autograph from was Daniel Logan (he played young Boba Fett). He was the only actor around my age and he seemed like such a cool person. I was excited as I waited in line to approach his booth.

At that time in my life, I had really been struggling with my depression. I felt invisible, unimportant. So much was changing in my life all at once. Plus, I dealt with terrible body image issues (even though I was actually healthy). I didn’t think of myself as pretty; I thought of myself as pudgy. I thought I was too tall. I thought of myself as plain, unrecognizable. Needless to say, wearing a costume was a bit weird for me. Yes, I had designed it but I really had to muster up all the confidence I could to actually put it on and walk around in it.

Well, when I got up to the booth, the line behind me had died down. So, Daniel Logan and I started talking. He said he liked my costume and asked me about my morning. He asked me where I was from and then we started talking about how similar Colorado and New Zealand were. We had probably a 10 minute conversation. And it was nice, he wasn’t talking to me like I was just a fan or just some unimportant stranger at a convention. He talked to me like a real person.

And though I didn’t expect him to be so genuine and down to Earth, there is one thing I really didn’t expect at all. Daniel Logan called me beautiful. He called ME beautiful- the tall, lanky girl covered in blue body paint and dressed up in a costume. I was a fan, he could’ve easily signed the picture and brushed me off. But, he didn’t. He saw me when other people didn’t. He treated me like I was valuable even though he didn’t know me. Maybe it was just him being a nice person. Even if that’s all it was, I am fine with that. I was headed toward rock bottom without anything stopping me. He probably never realized how much that simple comment meant to me. He probably never realized that he helped turn my depression around.

After we finished our conversation, he even let me take a few pictures with him. Here’s my favorite:

 Daniel Logan and I

I know he’ll probably never read this considering it’s a small blog with a limited following. I’m going to write it anyways though.

Daniel Logan, if you ever see this, thank you so much. You probably won’t remember me, but you made a big difference with one little comment. I don’t expect that I’ll ever meet you again. I don’t expect that we’ll ever communicate again. But your kindness and willingness to treat your fans like they are important helped save a life- my life. And that’s something I will forever be grateful for.

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