Month of Love #9 & #10: Tom Becker and Alexis Trimble

ACTUAL LOCATION OF INCIDENT DESCRIBED BELOW.
July is my episode month.
July 9th, in fact.
And I am excited.
And I didn't get here alone.
And so, it seems only fitting, that a few of these posts have to do with the many people who played a significant role in helping me to learn, I MATTER.
And don’t get me wrong – that list is LONG.
TOO long for this blog.

However, there a few that, especially this year, this year of Extreme have really shown me that not only do I love them, but also they, in turn, love me.

To continue with our Love Fest: Tom Becker and Alexis Trimble and The Cemetery.


Bahahahahahahahahahaha.
Hahahahahahaahahahahaha.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.

Ha.

You have NO idea.
None.
How much these two mean to me.
Tom Becker, Supervising Producer for Extreme Weight Loss (Just an awesome Dude.)
Alexis Trimble, Production Assistant Extraordinaire (Ridiculously awesome.)
On the left.  Shout out - MISSY!

And how LITERALLY they saved my life.

Here's the back story:
Some days, in-between filming our time at the Four Seasons West Lake (SHOUT OUT to the BEST hotel ever in the history of man kind life), I'd go running.
There were even days, I'd 1/2 marathon.  

One day, I even dragged Rachel Cornellier and Chantell, who you'll meet in a few weeks with me.

But this day, I set out on my own to explore the cemetery.  
Now, in relationship to the hotel, it's diagonally across the street.
Big.
And well lit.
So I hiked a few trails, visited some beautiful grave sites and headed up the big mountain. 

When I was sufficiently hiked, I turned back and headed towards the open gate.
But as I approached the gate I'd entered through, I realized, it was now closed.
Weird.
But the cemetery was big and there were several entrances.

So I journeyed on down towards the main gate.
Along the way, two more gates were closed.

As I approached the main gate, my eyes started to tear up at the sinking realization that I had, in fact, been locked inside the cemetery.

And at 292 pounds, scaling the fence was not an option.  
The tall fence?
The spiky tall fence?
The spiky metal tall fence?
Beside a pillar of boulders?

Yea, not going to happen.

So I took out my phone, that has since been lost, recovered, lost, recovered, lost, stolen and is the sole reason I use an archaic flip phone.

And dialed the emergency production number, aka, direct line to Tom.

And when he picked up, I tried as nonchalantly as I could, bellying my own worry, to explain my predicament.

"Tom," I started, "I'm locked in the cemetery.  I went hiking, and now I'm locked in the cemetery."
"WHERE ARE YOU?!"
"Diagonally across from the hotel, in the Cemetery."
"Be right there."  ::CLICK::
"But I think we need a ladder..."

And that's how Alexis and Tom arrived about 5 minutes later, with me grasping the metal bars to the cemetery.
And as they pulled up, they burst into hysterical laughter.
I mean, burst.

And I let a few tears fall.
And Tom said, "I thought you said you were LOST in the cemetery.  I thought we'd spend hours looking for you!"

Nope, I'm the idiot that got herself locked in the cemetery.
And so Tom Becker asked if I thought I'd be able to climb over.
And while I'm quite sure at 162 I wouldn't make it either, it was a pretty good bet at 292, I wasn't making it.

So he scaled the stone pillar.
Scaled it.
People.
SCALED it.
All six feet of it.
While Alexis waited on the other side.
He then lifted me, let me sit on his shoulder, as I worked to pull myself over.

Finally at the top, I was paralyzed with fear coming down.
So Alexis cupped her hands and I stepped into them before stepping down.
Then Tom rescaled the wall and we were all free from the Cemetery.

I was MOR.  T.  Fied.
Horrified, that I done something so foolish.
So I immediately wrote them both thank you notes with a gravestone on the front.
My gravestone.

And thanked them for not letting me die in the cemetery.

That's the big stuff with these two.
But.
There is also the short conversations, Tom's Connection to UMASS and the Cape.
Alexis' grand dreams and kind words.
Their ability to almost make you forget you're making a television show.
Their inner beauty.
BUT MOST of all, I'm thankful for their inner lights.
They shine brightly for others.

Thanks!






6 comments:

  1. What a funny story (sorry, LOL!) I am happy you're now able to laugh about it.... I am sure it was pretty scary when it happened, I would've been crying as well... maybe you just had some tears... I would've probably been crying, a lot... LOL! ... Thank you for sharing! What wonderful people you have come to meet! So many blessings!

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  2. Great read! Can I get these sent to my e-mail?

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  3. I think cemeteries are interesting, especially with old headstones, but I don't want to be locked in one. I am not sure I would go hiking is one I didn't know that well, creepy would eventually find it's way to me like a scene from "Carrie". Thanks for sharing, I was actually scared for you for a minutes, lol.

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  4. Jami, I know an event like that could drive you stark grave-ing mad. It must have been late when you got locked in; thank goodness your producers were working the “graveyard shift”. At least they broke into hysterical laughter instead of suffering from “coffin” fits. It goes to show you that people will climb mountains and cemetery walls to help you; sometimes all you have to do is reach out and ask.

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    1. Atencio: That was beautiful! "people will climb mountains and cemetery walls to help you"... loved it! :)

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  5. What you didn't know Jami is that Tom and I were on our way to dinner when you called...and as soon as he hung up the phone he looks at me and goes, "Where is a cemetery?" haha! Thank heavens I knew exactly where you were, otherwise you may have been lost for just a bit longer even. I was so unbelievably proud of you trusting us to help you get out of there. I know it was scary and scaling that wall was not easy. But we never would have let you fall. Ever.

    P.S. I still have my "gravestone" card you gave me. I cherish it always ;) Love you lady!

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