3 Reason I might like a heckler. I'm going to be honest and tell you I really don't like hecklers at all. They are generally rude and inconsiderate of the feelings of others. A heckler can be a leech feeding off of every moment you create. They can suck the metaphorical blood out of you in front of hundreds or thousands, leaving you dead and bloated. Over the years I've created a frame of thinking that allows me to see the brighter side of things. After being heckled I sometimes wondered if the heckler is right and why would they say or do that? How can I be more prepared next time? So I tried to figure out three good reasons to like having a heckler. Here is what I've come up with. 1. They keep me on my toes. The heckler allows me to exercise my quick and sometimes puny wit. I've come up with some great things to get people to behave when I need them too. Treating drunks like kids works well. Treating kids like adults is just as effective and someth
The Trick Brain of The Entrepreneur Recently I was fortunate enough to perform magic for the good people of Nike at the Loews Portofino Bay Hotel in Orlando. A woman expressed her amazement and respect for my entrepreneurship. She explained her dad was an entrepreneur and from her perspective that lifestyle sucked because failure is around every corner and personally she could never deal with those odds. I agree 100%, it can suck and it's not as easy as some of us make it look. What's my secret? Magicians are known for withholding secrets but right now I'll tell you a little bit about how I keep focused, enthusiastic and interested in my work. First off, my success stems from belief. I have to believe in myself and what I am doing. Any great salesperson stands behind and believes in the product they are representing or selling. Many times even uses the product themselves. The belief is only a small part because as soon as you start on your journey,
Don't tell me how to live my life! Photographer: unknown | Event: Tampa Bay Woman of the Year I'm known to be and consider myself a pretty calm person. It takes quite a lot to get me riled up and angry, hostile, or defensive. The story I'm about to share would make someone think otherwise. I share this story because, one, in hindsight, it's a little funny. Two, I learned something from this experience. Finally, I think it addresses a global/cultural problem. The problem is trust. We are losing it for each other very fast. Working as a magician for two decades has birthed a precise way of working in me. I feel that after this much time of doing something, a person is somewhat of an expert at that thing. I am in no way saying that there is no room for learning. The older I get, the more I try to learn. There are two ways that I present a magical experience. I perform on a stage or do close-up magic in a crowd. This story will focus on an occasion when I did a close-
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