Tom Hanks Sang to Me on My Birthday
And then he sent me a letter I’ll keep forever
I don’t usually put stories like this behind a paywall, but this one feels different.
It starts in Alaska — with a voicemail that changed my plans.
It moves through a birthday I’ll never forget, standing on set while Tom Hanks sang to me.
It holds a tragedy our film community endured together.
And it ends with a handwritten letter that arrived in my mailbox weeks later — a letter that reminded me what it means to be beautifully human.
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