The Founder’s Journal
Reflections on building a methodology, developing extraordinary practitioners, reducing unnecessary suffering, stewarding a movement, being authentic and courageous, and staying true to your mission.
My Oprah Casting Call (Part 5)
My Oprah Casting Call (Part 4)
This certainty is confirmed with what happens next. The African-American guy sitting next to me stands up and starts his very energetic pitch. He’s dressed quite nicely in a blue button-down shirt and tie, when suddenly, he rips it off. Now, when I say “rips it off” I mean Chippendales-style, button-flies-past-my-nose rips it off. This effort reveals a workout shirt. He talks for a few more seconds and rips that off, revealing a tank top. He throws on oven mitts with a flourish and yells that his show will also include healthy cooking.
With all this disrobing he has definitely gone over time, but no one has stopped him. I look at the “casting agent” and see her write, “yes” on his form. The stripper is getting a call back.
My Oprah Casting Call (Part 3)
I follow the group and end up in line next to a guy I will call “Dwayne,” a fresh-faced African-American fellow in his 20’s. He’s got a huge smile and wide-open, startled eyes, and is waving a video camera frantically in people’s faces.
Not able to help myself (I told you it was a sickness), I smile at him and say “Hi!”
In case you are counting, this would be my second truly awful move of the morning.