The people I’ve met in my life were the impetus for writing this book. They are the good, bad and ugly people. Those I remember the most are those who were good to me and helped me along the way to become a professional broadcaster and newspaper journalist. Others were not kind and often said aloud that I would fail at achieving my goals. One relative went so far as to ask “Why can't you hold a job?" He knew nothing of how unstable the job market was at the time for the jobs I held. It did not deter me; it fueled my desire to succeed. I knew what I wanted out of life and that is what I am currently doing. Mark Twain once said "A man is a crank until his idea succeeds and then is no longer a crank." The people I have dealt with in life were neighbors, relatives and working associates. Some are critical even at the writing of this book. Some were bullies who picked on me from the time I could walk until I hit the age of 21 years old. Some have already died. It all comes out in the wash as my Irish grandfather, Harry J. Joyce used to tell me. Sadly many who were unkind to me were unwilling to help people in need. Coffins don't have pockets was a phrase my parents often used. My mother said to me that she had two words of wisdom for me. They were not ‘thank you those two words were BE NICE. It is the legacy I want to leave behind.
The people I’ve met in my life were the impetus for writing this book. They are the good, bad and ugly people. Those I remember the most are those who were good to me and helped me along the way to become a professional broadcaster and newspaper journalist. Others were not kind and often said aloud that I would fail at achieving my goals. One relative went so far as to ask “Why can't you hold a job?" He knew nothing of how unstable the job market was at the time for the jobs I held. It did not deter me; it fueled my desire to succeed. I knew what I wanted out of life and that is what I am currently doing. Mark Twain once said "A man is a crank until his idea succeeds and then is no longer a crank." The people I have dealt with in life were neighbors, relatives and working associates. Some are critical even at the writing of this book. Some were bullies who picked on me from the time I could walk until I hit the age of 21 years old. Some have already died. It all comes out in the wash as my Irish grandfather, Harry J. Joyce used to tell me. Sadly many who were unkind to me were unwilling to help people in need. Coffins don't have pockets was a phrase my parents often used. My mother said to me that she had two words of wisdom for me. They were not ‘thank you those two words were BE NICE. It is the legacy I want to leave behind.