The Transition of Wilbert

I almost didn’t notice him, the man leaning against the wall like a piece of abstract art, alone in the hallway, his eyes were closed, deep in meditation. He was older, draped in a black sweat suit and sports cap. He seemed mysteriously out of place. I wondered who he was as I offered him some water. I almost thought I should alert security. Could he be an industry big shot? That thought never crossed my mind. Was this the beginning of a life changing moment for me that just lurked in the shadows? No way, not a chance.

I was just an intern, one in a million young girls who landed in Hollywood with big dreams. I was interning for one of the top PR Firms to get my foot in the door and I saw everything as a golden opportunity. This was the best way for me to learn so I could eventually set up my own business.

I felt a strong connection to The Jacksons’ music that it was more than just music to me, it was a rhythmic mentor and a guide to my religion. Their songs made me believe that anything can happen and opportunity is truly all around us. Similarly, to the Jackson’s, the Rolling Stones, Chaka Kahn, Bowie, Aerosmith, Skynyrd, Zeppelin, Hendrix, Dylan, and Heart produced lyrics that preached to me and gave me direction and hope. They helped me to keep my dreams alive.

“I’ll reach out my hand to you- I’ll have faith in all you do. Just call my name and I’ll be there. (I’ll be there)”