I have only one “good story.” This is it. Save for embellishments, it’s 110% true.
I’d always heard that you couldn’t see your audience from the stage. But I could hear them, their raucous roars once compelling me there now dying down as Slim Goodbody welcomed me to the platform.
Yes, that Slim Goodbody.
“So, what can you do?” he asked.
I froze. That was not why I was up there.
Not only was I unprepared, I was incapable of doing what he was asking. Big difference. Public speaking is something you can actually do off the cuff, prepared or no. But if you physically cannot dunk a basketball, then there’s no way you’re walking off that stage with your dignity. Incapable.
I was prepared to kiss my dignity goodbye. To a dude wearing a this:
I needed a miracle. What I got was magic: