I was famous once. Like a lot of other famous people my fame lasted less than fifteen minutes. Unlike a lot of other famous people I was just as happy that my fame was short-lived. You see, my fame was rather embarrassing.
At the time I was a young Corrections Officer working one week on and one week off at a minimum security correctional “camp” in the mountains East of San Diego.
My week consisted of taking inmates out on fire-condition suppression operations. In other words, my crews cleaned up a lot of highly flammable undergrowth. My fellow officers and I were virtual prisoners but we had our own rooms and a much nicer “lounge” area than the inmate’s barracks. We just couldn’t leave the facility until our seven day shift was over.
As you can imagine, I was pretty excited when the workweek was over. I had a hot date for the first evening and I was looking forward to a week of leisure at home.
But, on the drive home I happened to take a more rural route and came upon a large stone outcropping in the middle of a field. It reminded me of El Capitan in Yosemite Valley but I believe that was just a nickname for this mini-mountain.
I had a sudden and overwhelming urge to climb it! In fact, that was probably the last truly spontaneous thing I’ve ever done (just kidding) because the consequences were so unpleasant.
For one thing, I had not planned to climb anything so I did not have water. I was wearing cowboy boots with smooth leather souls. This was the pre-cell phone age.
To make a Long Story Short I rapidly climbed to the top of this little stone mountain. It was almost too easy and I reveled in my prowess. I was hardly winded and the view was awesome. But, then, I recalled that I had a date for 7PM and it was already late afternoon. So, I quickly picked a way down thinking it was the same way I had climbed up to the summit.
My mistake was rushing my decent without assessing the safest way down. Looking down, I spied a ledge that appeared to be just ten feet above a level area. But, to reach the ledge I had to slide down a narrow crevasse and I was finding that my boots had next to no traction.
That didn’t deter me and I slid and jumped the last ten feet and barely stopped myself from catapulting right off the ledge when I landed. Only then did I realize that the ledge was a good forty feet or more above any safe decent route. If I hadn’t dug in my heels I would have plummeted head first forty feet down into the rocks below.
I was perched on a narrow ledge with a steep drop off while above me was a narrow crevasse, actually, little more than a crack in the rock face. Without a rope or pitons my chance of regaining the summit was zero. I was stranded.
My bout with fame didn’t come until about six hours later when a helicopter was flying around with search lights looking for an injured climber on the other side of the mountain. Of course, they had no idea I was also in need of a rescue. But, I yanked off my white tee shirt and began waving it frantically and yelling and miracle of miracles I could actually hear one of the guys say he spotted some other idiot climber stuck on the rock.
It got worse. First, they had to rescue the other climber but managed to yell with a bullhorn that I should stay where I was and they would be back – as if I was going anywhere in the pitch dark on a narrow ledge high above the rocks below.
Eventually, they landed the helicopter on the summit and a confident rescuer rappelled down, got me secured to his extra harness and the two of us were winched to the top.
Upon reaching the field below I found a soup kitchen and dozens of rescue people plus all the nightly news television camera crews just waiting for me to step out of the helicopter.
My fellow officers thoroughly enjoyed watching the 11:00 PM news as they interviewed me and I tried very hard not to sound like a complete idiot while my teeth chattered. My “date” didn’t believe my story and hadn’t watched the late news so she never spoke kindly to me again. EOS – end of story.
OK, so, if you still want to be famous I’ve got a somewhat less risky idea for you.
I’m seeking about a dozen but possibly more first person accounts of actual events that I describe as Synchronicity or manifestation events in my book Spiritual Power.
Rather than describe the type of experiences I’m looking for I’m giving you a download link to my unpublished manuscript titled Spiritual Power. You can then get the full treatment and decide if you wish to share your experience with the million plus readers who will no doubt cause the book to reach number one on the best seller lists. And, if your story is included in the published book, well, you too can be famous but without the embarrassing video footage on the nightly news.
Couple of points: All accounts must be verifiable. I reserve the right to interview you and your family or anyone who can verify your story. Any documentation including photos is welcome and appreciated.
Also, you can specify that your name not be used in the book to preserve your privacy. Thus, you can be secretly famous and suffer none of the side-effects of fame that I experienced if that is your desire. But, I must know your name and have the aforementioned verification details to permit your story to reach publication in my book.
You will be required to sign a release. Interested? If so you can download the rough, unedited manuscript of Spiritual Power to learn all about my concept of Synchronicity and Manifestation.
Here’s the link: www.SpiritualPowerBlog.com/SpiritualPower.pdf