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Michael J. Fox was seated at a long table at the 2018 New York Comic Con, signing autographs for a line of enthusiastic fans. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as people held out "Back to the Future" posters, DVDs, and memorabilia, each eager to get a signature from the man who had brought Marty McFly to life. Fox, always gracious, smiled and exchanged a few words with each fan as he signed. Then, a woman approached, holding a well-worn "Back to the Future" poster.
She placed it in front of him, but instead of asking for a simple autograph, she hesitated. When Fox looked up, she took a deep breath and explained that the poster had belonged to her late father. He had been a lifelong fan of the film and had introduced her to it when she was a child. Watching "Back to the Future" together had been their tradition, something they did every year without fail. Even during his battle with a long illness, when he was too weak to do much else, they would sit side by side, rewatching their favorite movie. It had been their way of escaping reality, even for just a couple of hours.
Her voice wavered as she told Fox that her father had passed away a few months earlier. She had kept the poster as a reminder of their time together, and she wanted something more than just a signature. She asked if he could write a personal message for her father, something she could cherish forever.
Fox, who had been nodding as she spoke, fell silent for a moment. He gently ran his fingers over the creased edges of the poster, clearly moved by the weight of her words. His usual quick responses and lighthearted quips gave way to a deep moment of reflection.
Instead of simply signing his name, he carefully took the pen and wrote a heartfelt note: "To a father who made time travel real by sharing these moments with his daughter. With love, Michael J. Fox."
When he handed the poster back, the woman looked down at his message and pressed a hand to her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered a quiet thank you. Fox reached out and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, offering a warm smile before she walked away, still clutching the poster as if it were the most valuable thing she had ever owned.
Later, when asked about the encounter, Fox admitted that moments like these reminded him why his work mattered. It was never just about making movies or playing a beloved character it was about the connections people formed through those stories, the memories they built, and the emotions tied to them.