Jul 6 • General discussion
Rite to speak
A many decades plus moons ago, I hooked up my friend David with my mom’s closest alley: Van. After getting her email, David sat in front of the computer and froze.
”I don’t know what to say,” he fretted.
To which I thought to myself, “What a strange proposition. Don’t know what to say.”
Over the years, I thought about this entanglement. Doesn’t everybody fret on knowing what to say to that person who foresees more than you, stronger than you, and far more fearless leader than you can imagine.
I thought about it over the years. Not knowing what to say can be immobilizing.
What makes me different? What must I possess that allows me to always have something to say?
A case in point: As a Top Uber Driver, I love to talk about the roads that lead to destiny in the 7 x 7 square of San Francisco and extending the area to the Bay Area. I came to San Francisco at age 6 in 1978. I know the roadways that the 2 percent don’t know. For example, up the spiral driveway by the Great Highway is a palace designed for golfers called Olympic Club.
In 1987 my trajectory to speak to the mass changed. I stopped working as a Stage Performer in Six Flags Vallejo. I was already two years into teaching elementary kids in an after-school program on behalf of Key Board Educators.
What happened? I got hold of a girl’s phone number. After 7 months of laboriously hard work to go to the Thai restaurant, Thai Ploy II, to get in touch with her, she relented. With my friend Tyler wiggling his index finger to lead her to our table at the restaurant, Tyler insisted, “Can you punch in your phone number into the phone?”
Wide-eyed seeing her punching in the number I was in disbelief. It took me another 6 months to get her to return my text. By that time, she was back in Thailand.
“I have to take care of my mom,” she replied with a simple text.
It was that winter evening that the call phone changed everything. It changed my calculus on how I view the world, and how the world sees in me. I was teaching as an after-school piano teacher in Yick Woo Elementary School when Deanna replied.
All of those empty nights of waiting and wanting came into the fruition of my labor of love. I called up Tyler two hours later, “Tyler we are going to Thailand to get a hookup. One girl for me. Another for you.”
Another half an hour passed after I converse with Tyler of my intent to head to Thailand to get a hookup for a girlfriend.
Maggie, the established Miss Chinatown of San Francisco 2018, called. She said, “Derek, I passed the interview phase for Miss Chinese International in Hong Kong. I need your help.”
With the next stroke of my iPhone I said, “Tyler, we have to put our Thailand escapade on hold. I am the head of sponsorship for Maggie to be the next Miss Chinese International.”
The calculus changed. A while back, I looked up the noun form of the world “calculus”. It has nothing to do with the math course you have to take before you get to an engineering school. The word calculus means generation computation.
By the time my mom took her last breath, and Maggie was by her side on her death bed, the calculus had changed.
People do not read books because they do not feel they will be read.
People do not go into politics because they don’t feel they can make a difference.
I am heading to Congress because I want to be the beholder of the universal truth: I will be the first man to make the many of the World’s Most Satisfying Titty Squeezes.
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