Andy Warhol is rumored to have said every person has fifteen minutes of fame. Ok, I think he DID say it but I have to tie that quote into this post. You see, I came very close to having my own fifteen minutes of fame once. Here's how..
I used to be an avid watcher of Dr. Phil and one day he featured helping people overcome their fears.. things that made them panic. Snakes, spiders, you get the picture, right? I watched that show and was thinking but what about people who just have panic attacks and agoraphobia like me?
I wrote the show and asked if they'd ever thought about doing something on that topic.
Fast forward to the day I was moving from that apartment to one in a different county. Me and daughter were at the old apartment cleaning up & getting close to turning over the keys. The phone was due to be shut off and utilities ready to be transfered.
The phone rings. It's a staffer of the Dr. Phil show. They want to come to my home and do a show about what being a person with agoraphobia is like. To MY home. I was already nervous about moving and this just increased my panic, but I talked to her and answered her questions. I don't remember all that she asked me except for the one about if I had good teeth. (I do.)
I guess I answered everything ok because she said she'd call me back later that day. I took note of the time and me and daughter took the last load to the new place. When we came back later the phone had been disconnected.. as planned.. and the new number was not being forwarded. I had no way to contact the staffer.
I suppose I could have tried. Maybe I should have tried. But I didn't.