A while back a magician came through town. Not Copperfield or Chris Angel. Not even Penn and Teller. Hell it wasn’t even the Amazing Jonathan. It was just some low rent road warrior going from community center to community center, making a few dollars to send home.
His illusions were worth the low price of admission that we forked over to see it. This master of prestidigitation, with all his perceived skills and talents is really just some working class shlub like the rest of us. The idea that even a magician has to peddle his wares from the back of his pale blue Ford Explorer unravels the mystery. Yes this man obviously knows something I don’t. but at the end of the day he is scraping together a living away from his family. Pulling rabbits out of his hat for a bunch of strangers only to lay down his head at the closest EconoLodge.
The magic of the sunrise holds for him no delusions of grandeur, but instead of a flight to Vegas to perform center stage at Cesar’s Palace, his day going to be putting another 400 miles on that Explorer of his that is 200 miles overdue for an oil change.
What am I trying to say with this story? I guess there is a part of me that is discouraged.The ability to saw a woman in half, and then moments later hop out of her box in one piece is no guarantee for life, love and happiness. Even with the powers of magic at your finger tips, life can still be a grind. In a world of magic there is still the daily drudgery that you have to see through to the finish. But there is something about that this that is also inspiring. No, not the warm fuzzy boner inspiring idea that doing something you love is worth doing. I am sure he loves seeing the look of wonder and awe in a child’s face everyday. What is inspiring to me about this man’s life is that he is still no better than I am.
Success is truly something we have to decide what it is for ourselves. As for me and what I think of success, I can only hope that the miles behind the magician fade into the pleasant glow of warm memories, and he looks forward to the miles ahead with a wry smile. And somewhere down that road is his family, and I hope he saved a trick or two just for them.
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Tue Mar 10, 2015 2:54 am by 
Subject: Hey Rocky!! Watch Me Pull a Rabbit Out of My Hat 
