All my life I had to struggle.
All my life I had this notion that I was somebody, someone famous, someone who had done something important, someone who had a suite and a yacht named after me.
I never knew anything and I never had any friends —>
—> and I fell down a cliff with a leather jacket and no other clothes because I had gone to take a walk because the dog was using the bathtub. While I was in there. Nobody would help me up the cliff. I made it to a bar where the bartender said she’d make me a great drink for the end of my life. And then the bartender asked me how my life had been. I told her it had been shitty.
She said, “Did you ever use the secret word?
I said, “I don’t really know about it.”
She said. “It was always there for you.”
I told her that I had missed that part of the informational lecture because I’d fallen down a cliff.
So, I was always somebody; I was always somebody wonderful; I always had a lot to contribute: I just didn’t know how to ask for the help to get there.