The writer of this article spent several years in L.A. working at one of the Big Movie Studios and a smaller sitcom company. With rare exception, most everyone, from the top on down was strange, unhappy, or downright nasty.
Here are but some, for your consideration:
• Former Very famous female star has since declined and decayed to a point where her once sultry voice is now a mere smoker's-rasp. Has been trying for years to find work.
• Former, very famous sitcom star, whose public image was one of educated maturity throws a huge, loud tantrum at an exclusive Mercedez repair shop over an almost insignificant problem.
• Former star in the early 70's had a TV series that lasted only 5 episodes. Hasn't had a decent job since, but can't get the acting-bug out of his system. Forced to jump at any part his manager can find him.
• This one was such a shocking insult, I can't even believe it was said to me. I found out years later this well-known non-Jewish voice-over "talent" is known for his sizzling temper.
I saw him in a Los Angeles television production office one day. Now, in Hollywood everyone is all friendly and smiles (at least on the outside), since you never know where your next job may come from. Recognizing this person, I said in a friendly voice "Hello -----!". He turned, looked me up and down, (he saw I looked like a Jew), and said "Do I know you?" I said no. He shot back "Good. Let's keep it that way!" It was one of my first anti-semitic experiences.
• Let's end with this one. I found it sad. I was sitting having my lunch one day and a young woman whom I recognized, but didn't know by name was sitting at the next table, crying, and visibly shaken. I didn't look at her, knowing
everyone needs their space, even though a public cafeteria is a strange place to have a good cry.
After many more minutes of her tears I decided to break the ice (this happened about 22 years ago. I hope I can remember the exact words) . "I'm sorry you're upset. Can I help?" She paused and began to cry even more! So much for being helpful. She quieted and asked "Do you know who I am?" I said no. She asked "You don't know anything about me?" I replied no. She said "So you don't know who my father is. It's better that way."
I must have looked like a good listener, because she opened up to ease her heart. "We had everything growing up. Lived in a mansion -- a big one. All us kids each had our own wing. We had horses and riding grounds. Daddy gave us each our own horse with our own stableman. On birthdays he had a toystore bring us tons of toys to pick. We couldn't go out on our own -- he was afraid it wasn't safe."
I tried to put a positive spin on things. "Sounds like your father took care of you. Why are you sad?" She began to cry again. "I don't have any friends! I don't know who I can trust! I don't know who is friendly
because of who I am as a person, or because of the money! I don't have a life - I never will!!!" More tears.
We opened this article by suggesting you can improve and increase your relationship with G-d by giving prayers of thanks for being just who you are. Our sages say a truly happy person is one who is content with his portion in life. You can be happy about this right now.