This one’s for you, John.
I received a text from my friend John today. (Let that be a lesson to you, John. If you text me at 6 a.m., you could end up in my blog.) He paid me a compliment about yesterday’s blog post, which got me thinking.
Have you heard the sayings “you live, and you learn” and “insanity is repeating the same mistakes and expecting different results”? They refer to two very opposite choices you can make—learning or repeating a mistake. Sounds like an easy choice. But sometimes…just sometimes…insanity can be tempting.
I was always a good writer in school. But the best teachers never accept “good.” Their goal is to push you beyond what you can do easily. I adored Ms. Abramowitz. When she wrote “eloquent” at the top of one of my papers, I felt honored (after I looked up the meaning of the word). She believed that it was not only important to write well but also to be able to present what you’d written to an audience. She never used the words, but she was referring to “public speaking.”
I was like a vampire. I was a fantastic student if you allowed me to write in the comfort of the night. But if you exposed me to daylight and an audience, I sizzled to nothingness. Ms. Abramowitz pushed us out into the deep water and said “swim.” And I did.
Oh, it wasn’t easy. We did so many presentations that I grew sick of them. Eventually, I figured out the mechanics of a good performance. I stuck with the basics—the same principles from writing. Start out with an interesting introduction, then electrify them with the message, before presenting a conclusion they will be forced to consider.
But, if I was the tortoise in this story (slow and steady), then my best friend was the hare (fast and furious). He was a natural speaker who believed in no preparation. None. I think he was asleep half the time when his name was called to present. But from the moment he popped out of his seat, he became “the” entertainer, dishing out winks, and laughs and punch lines like candy at Halloween. I coveted the attention he got, the way he could backstroke so easily. I decided it was time to up my game.
Remember that scene out of Jaws when Captain Quint gets ripped to shreds? Remember that bloody carnage? I wish my performance was as pretty. Without any preparation—no intro, middle, or end—I sank like a stone. Whatever the opposite of eloquent is, that was me. Ms. Abramowitz gave me a WTF look and asked me to be seated. My credibility was shot. I sat down with the rest of the bums, demoted to the minor leagues.
The next day she cast us out into the deep water again. Lesson time. Do I learn from my mistakes and go back to my successful formula, or do I reach out for the brass ring again? I knew I could do it better because I couldn’t do it any worse. So, there I was in that middle place, learning on one side of me, and insanity on the other. What would I do?
Aw, but you know me, which means you know the end of this story. I’d be in Hollywood or an insane asylum if I’d attempted to walk that tightrope again. For me, taking the long way around was never glamorous, but it got the job done. As I looked out into my audience and gave them what they wanted, I saw Ms. Abramowitz smile. Behind her my best friend was fast asleep. #thisabovealltothineownselfbetrue
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