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“I turned 31 this past summer, and [Dax] said ‘I’m gonna get you a present that no one else will ever get in their lifetime.’ and I was confused, and thought ‘ok’ so the day of my birthday, we’re sitting in the living room and there’s a knock at the door and he says ‘Your present’s here, why don’t you go grab the dogs and go in the back room’ and I had no context for knowing what it was, but I grab the dogs, walk into the back room of the house and I imediately was overcome and I thought ‘There’s a sloth near. There’s a sloth here, it’s close, it’s gonna happen.’ And I didn’t know how to process that, because my entire life had been waiting for this moment, where I would get to interact- I’m serious - with a sloth…and I…First thing you should know about me, if I’m not between a 3 and a 7 on the emotional scale, I’m crying. [I’m crying] if I’m too sad, I’m crying if I’m too happy. […] So I am sitting on my bed, knowing that a sloth is here - [I’m at an] 11 [on the scale] - I start to have a fledged panic attack. I don’t know how to compete with all this emotion, so I just kind of crawl up on the bed and I’m crying so hard, and Dax knocks on the door, and he has a video camera, and he’s like ‘Surprise! I want you to come out into the- Are you alright!?’ And he sees me basically fetal, on the bed.”

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True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr. ›

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by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

Mine does.

His name is Robert Downey Jr.

You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

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