Larry King narrates in his book “How to Talk to Anyone, Anytime, Anywhere”, how his very first experience in broadcasting was. He was literally ‘pushed off the edge’ to get started. I feel my feet at such an edge tonight!
While my mind shuttles between which of my thoughts would splash colorfully on this sheet and from what corners I could make the finest splash, I remember an incidence that caught me gaping almost disgracefully this evening.
As I stared at our aging TV screen, I watched with virgin fascination how a reckless driver sped from his home down the street just to avoid going to church. He drove fast enough to win the attention of the policemen, who also noticed how invisible he was through the windscreen.
He was seven years old! I mean, three years away from being ten.
Even if the car were automatic, how did he maintain the right lane, drive fast enough, when visibility of the road must have been painstaking and bring the car to a halt when he chose to? He’s seven and too short to have his height expressed in feet, for goodness sake.
I remained intrigued up until I chose to write this. I’m just wondering, would I ever have such an opportunity at not only CNN free coverage but also history-jerking records? I definitely can’t be the youngest billionaire anymore. I’m not pessimistic, people have been there already! I wish I had slid into record books as one whose very first article was published in Times Magazine with a title like “A baby Giant Writes”. However if wishes were horses, I will be a beggar right now.
With time, I hope half desperately that my little acts here and there, etch their way up through this proverbial glass ceiling until pop! I’m the first or youngest to have……
I hope more however for three things: that that day comes soon, that I’m not escorted in handcuffs for any reason and that an audience be caught gaping. It would be gratifying fun if my parents are members of this entranced audience.
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