Sometimes I like to help others in their struggle to help others. That way, I’m not in the spotlight—they can be.
So today I was helping a local political personality do some community service—reading bedtime stories to underprivileged children from troubled homes. She was on Zoom, soothingly narrating something called “The Cloud That Took a Nap.”
She told me, very clearly, that when the bus arrived bringing the next group of kids for the live session, I was to notify her immediately.
No exceptions.
No delays.
Crystal clear.
(The video is below)
A few minutes into her reading, the bus pulled up. I stepped quietly into the kitchen where she was filming and said, “The bus is here.”
Without missing a beat, she snapped:
“GET OUT OF MY SHOT!”
I froze.
“You asked to be notif—”
“YOU’RE IN MY SHOT!”
I blinked. “But you said—”
“YOU’RE IN MY F—ING SHOT!”
And that’s when I realized:
Sometimes helping people help others… just helps you see who they really are.
The sensitive, troubled children stood silently clutching each other in the next room.
“FUC* IT! I’ll finish the webcast after I read to the other FUC*ing kids! she added.