If there is one thread that weaves its way through David Archuleta’s music and his fans, it’s this: Connection. Hearts and minds and souls have been linked across cyberspace and beyond borders, all with the same common bond – a deep connection felt through David Archuleta and his music.
On this July 4, TOfan thought it would be fitting to tell my story on a Canadian site because this journey we’re on truly crosses all divides. But where to begin?
I took my cue from David and went back to my journals.
I have been a journal writer off and on for many years after attending a seminar by the late, beloved speaker Jim Rohn. As I read through those entries I suddenly realized just how significant the changes have been and how these change are the result of the people who have been brought into my life because of my love for David Archuleta.
This journey we are traveling together has brought comfort and peace to so many for a myriad of personal reasons – some are heartbreaking stories. Mine seems so small in comparison, but in the hope that others could relate, I felt I should step out of my comfort zone and give it a try.
I will start at the beginning
Like many others I’ve had to cope with some major personal life issues over many years, which had left me feeling exhausted and worst of all, feeling hopeless.
I was praying for something, although I had no idea what that something was – I just knew that there was a huge something missing so I turned to prayer. I’ve since learned that our prayers are sometimes answered in the most mysterious ways.
Season 7 of AI was only the second year I ever watched the show – and I have not watched since unless David was on. I am like many others who never knew what a blog, You Tube, Cellcasts, or Twitter even were. I never was a fangirl of anyone. Following David and becoming a member of his fan community turned out to be the answer I was praying for.
An answer that incorporated a state clear across the country, two religions of which I knew little to nothing about, and two strangers who helped me find the strength and courage that had been hidden away under fear and hopelessness. One woman is from Utah, the other lives not far from me. One is LDS (Mamasaun); the other Jewish (Zoe); I am Catholic. All we had in common two years ago was our love for David Archuleta.
But that was then and this is now
My son still can’t believe his mom stood in a mosh pit in Allentown with a woman she met on a blog (Zoe). Zoe and I immediately felt like we knew one another forever! Since that day we have taken several road trips together and we look forward to many more in the future. We meet for lunch, we talk on the phone, we email, and we scheme and plan our next David adventure. I recently received an email from Zoe that touched my heart so deeply – it was her “epiphany” about our friendship. Yes, Zoe, I agree there are no coincidences.
Mamasaun and I started talking off line through emails, and to say we emailed and talked about everything is an understatement! I never would have believed such a close friendship could have been formed with someone you have never met face to face – but that is exactly what happened and you would have thought we, too, knew one another forever.
Since one of the topics we had in depth discussions on was our respective religions she asked if I would care to attend a conference talk at the local LDS Church – I had no idea we had a local LDS Church! For some reason I said yes – there I go again saying yes and then wondering what was I thinkingJ. Although this is a huge part of my story, I will try to explain as briefly as possible.
I sat in my car outside the LDS Church questioning my decision to agree to attend the talk – after all I attend Mass every Sunday. What happened is that I learned that no matter the differences in how we worship or if we worship – and this is what I believe David is teaching us – is that LOVE is what is important. Love for one another – in how we treat one another. Love is what I got that day – nothing was asked of me and nothing ever has been to this day.
Mamasaun and I also email, talk on the phone, and we scheme and plan how I am going to come to Utah one day soon so we can finally meet face to face. I received an email from Mamasaun almost simultaneously with the one from Zoe that equally touched my heart about our friendship and what it means to her. Two incredibly touching emails a few hours apart – there truly are no coincidences.
I send cards to Zoe for the holidays she celebrates and I learn what these days mean to her. We talk about our families, share pictures and I unconditionally love and support each of them as they do me. Mamasaun and I and Zoe and I share what our religious traditions and beliefs mean to each of us and we are learning from one another what it means to lovingly accept the differences.
I wish I could share more of just how kind and supportive Mamasaun and Zoe have been to me and how their friendship, and the loving support group I have with my local LDS friends, has changed my life – suffice it to say that David would be so proud of them – so proud!
David is the core, the heart that binds us together and the fan communities are the homes we come to – home is where the heart is. For the gift I have been given in belonging to David’s fandom is priceless – the love, the support and the opening of minds and hearts to one another from every walk of life – what a gift David is to us all!
My life today is different because I am different. Listening to David sing and seeing how he conducts his life, the amazing blessing of my David friendships, the fan communities that I visit every day (okay many times a dayJ), meeting fans at concerts and book signings and putting faces to screen names all have contributed to the positive changes in my life. I see light at the end of that dark tunnel and I have the strength and confidence to make my life better.
When David sings the National Anthem today, I know the whole world will be watching – for his Voice brings nationalities, generations, cultures … strangers … together – connecting hearts and forging friendships.
Friends do become our chosen family – thank you for giving me the opportunity to share my story with you, my chosen family.