Monday, June 4, 2012

A Stare Of Approval

It was Marty Nemko who suggested I write this blog some three years ago roughly.  He has been known as a career counselor when he had his program on a radio station and for the few minutes describing my background and interest I began writing blogs since writing journals has been my natural  ways for the past twenty or more years.  My coarse of writing about the news wasn't my main choice of subjects that I was focused on but I thought if I were to write about anything I could write something about the news after all a calling strikes at me at my heart of hearts when a radio station tells the listening audience they are interested in hearing from anyone within their audience their  voice and their comment on a particular subject for that time period which is on the minds of that presiding host on the media station.  I responded in like and returned the call to make my two cents worth to the news person hired by the radio station and I've called up different stations as an anonymous person.  But the people who knew me from my day to day activities could recognize my voice no one had to be a private eye or a trained expert in identifying me by my voice.  Various responses and reactions were met and I had critics questioning my intent as to why I would voice my opinion or thoughts about a news story after all was  it not a talk show host already  victimized when his voice of opinion was put down?  Spare me the detail.  As a occasional talk show caller this would be a far cry from being a talk show host made to be on the air on a regular basis.  I think being a police officer would put one in far more harms way than being an occasional talk show caller by   far.  Being a police officer was an entertaining thought.  But I did take the plunge and became an occasional talk show caller....no....wait it wasn't a plunge the appropriate word would be a dip not a plunge.  The stares at me from a few good acquaintances  were enough to keep me doing what I've been doing and those few stares were enough to sustain me to where I am now.  There was no question in my mind that those stares were stares of approval.  If I could articulate myself on the radio with any reasonable viewpoint then why or why could I not put it in writing as well?  After all this is what I enjoyed doing and I felt I was good enough at it to make it a hobby if anything.

It was a voice from heaven that I could clearly hear and the voice said go forward and express yourself in the best way I  could and that I need not worry so much and don't be ashamed of being Asian God forbid it has already been too long in the history books that Asians have lived...well I  need not be a destroyer of human kind.  Oh forgive me I get carried away sometimes as if I could feel important at times.

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