You Can’t Help It

You Can’t Help It

You’re gonna listen and remember because you can’t help it.

When I speak at events, no matter how big or small, people always remember me.  Even if I’m one of several speakers at the same event, people never forget the bald guy with the Bronx accent. Why is that?  Is it because I’m bald with a Bronx accent?  Nope.  Is it because I’m incredibly good-looking? Nope. (Well, maybe that’s part of it…).

People remember me because I’m memorable, because of what I lack: fear.  There is not one ounce of fear in me. It all got spent as a child, as an addict, and as an inmate. I’ve faced down fear so many times, it knows not to come looking for me anymore.

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Although my story is compelling, that’s not what you’ll remember most. You’ll remember that when I told it, my voice didn’t get low, I didn’t look down, and I didn’t use soft words or phrases. You’ll remember that I was strong, so you can be strong.

Although my story will make you cry, you won’t remember grabbing for a tissue. You’ll remember laughing with me while dabbing your eyes, wondering how it’s possible to laugh and cry at the same time. You’ll remember that I found incredible joy from immeasurable pain, so you can too.

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Although you’ll walk into the event with at least some knowledge about sexual abuse, you’ll walk out rethinking everything you thought you knew. And a year from now, five years from now, ten years from now, you’ll still remember me and what you learned. I guarantee it.

I don’t speak to get famous or to make a fortune. As far as I’m concerned, I’m famous for surviving against all odds, and the joy I have now is the greatest fortune I’ll ever earn.  I speak because children are being raped and I want it to stop.  I speak because when I do, I know you’ll remember me and you’ll remember that children are being raped and that it needs to stop.  I speak because when I do, I know you’ll never forget that just like the bald guy with the Bronx accent, the only thing in the world that can hold you back is yourself.

You can’t help but remember me.

That’s what I’m talkin’ about.

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