Dear Lindsey Stirling,

It’s that time of year again (out of 12 months, you’ve been on tour for 5— amazing dedication to your fans!), and with a heavy heart I must inform you that I have not obtained a VIP pass that would give us that moment to finally meet and say hello. Had I been steadfastly dedicated to earning the necessary funds, I surely would have been able to purchase them through employment, however I chose to take a job that was personally satisfying for me as a farm hand that left me with only a meager wage.

My work on the farm has produced wonderful lettuce (as well as a crazy farmer’s tan) that was distributed to food banks, while learning about organic agriculture which I will surely use in the future. I drive by that amphitheater every day I work and think of how awesome it would be to participate in the fun you have planned for the VIP crowd, but I’m sure seeing you from way in the back will be just as awesome. In addition to my work, I’ve been serving in my community and rendering much needed child care for my hard-working friends. All in all, I’ve enjoyed a very enriched life this year in my state of poverty and wouldn’t have sacrificed it for anything— even meeting you.

Now, I know how much you love having fans like me to inspire you and be inspired by you, so the best that I can do is offer you this letter of appreciation and gratitude.

But before I sign this letter, I wanted to share with you that since witnessing the fulfillment of your dreams unfold in the last six years, I’ve been contemplating what it means for me to have a dream. And then it hit me— I, too, am living my dream! I wake up feeling excited for what the day will bring and full of gratitude to God for living in this time. If ever I dreamt of fame and fortune, it was because those things came as a natural consequence of having a certain calling in life, but they were neither the objective nor the measure of success (they actually make things more difficult and complicated, if you ask me). The true feeling of “winning” comes from being severed from the want of anything other than the bounties of God, which we seem to be receiving in overflowing abundance. And I don’t mean that in material degrees.

So I’ll be looking forward to seeing you from a distance on Friday the 7th. I’ll probably be coming straight from the farm, since it’s just four miles down the road. Without a shower.

Your favorite Stirlingite,
Rahmat

P.S.: If you want some lettuce, let me know! I promise it won’t be like that time in Mexico City.