NEWSLETTER
My most recent seminar was in Atlanta. While I was being brought to my dressing room I stared at the walls in the building and I wondered why I was there. My dressing room had grey/grape ice walls that were made out of block. As I grew nervous over the event of bringing death to the living I shuttered at the thought of disappointing anyone. I walked into my barren dressing room still wondering why I was there at all.
As my security guard ushered me into my dressing room I asked for privacy with gratitude for his time and honor. I rounded the corner and saw a bathroom straight from the 1950’s despite it being 2008. I took in the metal doors on the stalls that had chipped paint and bad history.
I had 20 minutes to center myself before I took the stage to balance the living with the dead. As my weary eyes gazed upon the bathroom door I pictured my daddy. As I came into focus I saw a perfectly round sticker on the door. It had metallic threads and the Atlanta Center Stage printed on it. Any one that has read my books or knows me understands that my dad’s “SIGN” to me is 222. On the sticker from whatever event was born before mine was hand written “222”.
“Thanks daddy, I now can know that I won’t disappoint.”
And I didn’t.
Allison DuBois
