A Twilight fan who suffers from a rare lung disease had the pleasure of winning a raffle that allowed her to score an autograph from Robert Pattinson. TwiCrackAddict has the full letter posted on their site, but here is a snippet of the letter:
I can't thank you enough for taking the time out of your busy life and schedule to sign this for me. It means more to me than you will ever truly know.
I am not sure how much you were told of me, but my name is Ms. MS and I am nearly 24 years old. I have a very rare lung disorder that causes my lungs to collapse at times without any notice, and from the damage done to my lungs it has left me on oxygen nearly 24 hours a day. I can only take it off about 1 hour a day and a large percentage of my time is spent in a wheelchair as I can only walk short distances. They tell me my only other option is a lung transplant, scary right? This is a decision that I will have to make at some point but they tell me it will only give me an extra 5 - 7 years and well I just dont know. Anyway these are the breaks that life sometimes gives you.
I still am most grateful for the signed book from you. I will forever cherish your kind words as it gave some hope and that maybe one day things will work out for me too.
Ms. MS went on to talk about about meeting Peter Facinelli at her local mall; she was able to take pictures with him and get his autograph. In hopes to reach out to Rob or Peter, Ms. MS penned this open thank you letter for the support these two actors showed her. This past Sunday, Peter tweeted, "Got the message from Ms. MS. Yes, I remember meeting her. I wish her well, and will pass the message along." Such a heartwarming story, we wish you all the best Ms. MS!
I can't thank you enough for taking the time out of your busy life and schedule to sign this for me. It means more to me than you will ever truly know.
I am not sure how much you were told of me, but my name is Ms. MS and I am nearly 24 years old. I have a very rare lung disorder that causes my lungs to collapse at times without any notice, and from the damage done to my lungs it has left me on oxygen nearly 24 hours a day. I can only take it off about 1 hour a day and a large percentage of my time is spent in a wheelchair as I can only walk short distances. They tell me my only other option is a lung transplant, scary right? This is a decision that I will have to make at some point but they tell me it will only give me an extra 5 - 7 years and well I just dont know. Anyway these are the breaks that life sometimes gives you.
I still am most grateful for the signed book from you. I will forever cherish your kind words as it gave some hope and that maybe one day things will work out for me too.
Ms. MS went on to talk about about meeting Peter Facinelli at her local mall; she was able to take pictures with him and get his autograph. In hopes to reach out to Rob or Peter, Ms. MS penned this open thank you letter for the support these two actors showed her. This past Sunday, Peter tweeted, "Got the message from Ms. MS. Yes, I remember meeting her. I wish her well, and will pass the message along." Such a heartwarming story, we wish you all the best Ms. MS!
im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell