When my mom was dying, I would visit home and sometimes wake up in the middle of the night filled with terror about what was happening. I would walk down the creaky stairs of the only house I’d ever lived in and plop myself on the couch in the den and try and find something on tv to take my mind off the brutal reality of watching my mother die of lung cancer. Back then, there was nothing on at 2:30 in the morning, except QVC. And for some reason, those fast talking hosts, no matter what they were selling, always put me in a trance. Still, today, with seven bajillion cable channels, if I am flipping around and hit a QVC or an HSN, I will stare at the tv unable to move, lulled into a coma by the host’s enthusiastic cadence.
One night, up like an owl, filled with fear over my losing my mom, Tony Robbins was selling audio tapes (yes, it was the dark ages). The guy intrigued me. The next night, the same drill, and there was Tony again. Like I said, there was not a lot of original programming back then. Night three, you guessed it–Tony.
The more I watched, the more I was convinced that my sister Joan and I needed this program to “unleash the power within.” Not considering myself someone who would ever purchase something from tv, but after watching Tony three nights in a row, I was hooked, and actually picked up the phone, in the middle of the night, and ordered $150.00 of Tony’s tapes (which, by the way, was like $400.00 today, and P.S. this was A LOT of moola for me at that point).
I listened to a few. But this guy wanted me to do stuff I wasn’t yet able to follow through on. I shoved the tapes in the back of a closet. Years later I bought one of his books, and again, I was pumped up and inspired……..until the part where I had to take action.
My sister Joan and I have had lots of laughs about Tony, who we’ve followed over the past 25 years. Yesterday, the two of us went to see him live and I gotta tell you, it was insanely and incredibly moving. This guy’s energy is super hero stuff. You can’t ignore him. He takes you over. I am still high from his hijinks.
And guess what? He talked a lot about gratitude. Yes, gratitude-a-thoners, he thinks gratitude is the fucking money shot. You can only imagine how much I loved that.
Some people think he’s crap. And that’s just fine with me. I love the guy and the full circle-ness of getting to see him with my sister was everything. Every. Fucking. Thing.
And I think this time, I can take the action he’s talking about. Sometimes you have to hear things more than once to get them (some of us need twenty five years!) I think yesterday might have been my day.