The Moth - The Moth Radio Hour: Doctors, Judgments, Dictators

Episode Date: August 11, 2021

In this hour, Doctors, Judgements and Dictators! Stories of Patriot Games both on and off the field, huge decisions in the face of life and death; from meetings with Colonels to dances with Hephzibah. Hosted by The Moth’s Senior Producer, Meg Bowles. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by The Moth and Jay Allison of Atlantic Public Media. Storytellers: Ali Al Abdullatif, Aidan Greene, Chris Herbert, and Rachel Oglivy.

Attention Houston! You have listened to our podcast and our radio hour, but did you know the Moth has live storytelling events at Wearhouse Live? The Moth has opened Mike's storytelling competitions called Story Slams that are open to anyone with a five-minute story to share on the night's theme. Upcoming themes include love hurts, stakes, clean, and pride. GoodLamoth.org forward slash Houston to experience a live show near you. That's from PRX. From PRX, this is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm Meg Boles. The Moth was born out of an idea that everyone has a story. In the early days of the Moth, our founder liked to complain

that people talked in sound bites. People didn't actually listen to each other anymore because they were too busy thinking about what they were going to say next. So he decided to organize an evening where people could take the floor and share a story from their lives with a captive audience. Over the years and with the help of many, many people, volunteers and staff alike. The evenings have grown and taken on many different shapes. We have an open Mike StorySlam series where you can put your name and a hat for a chance to tell a story. Curated main stage events where storytellers are invited to work with a math director to craft a longer story. We also have programs in communities and in high schools, and our live events are now produced all around the world. One of the ways we find storytellers is through our pitch line. I'll tell you more about that later in the hour, but basically people call in and leave a two minute pitch of a story they'd like as to consider.

That's what our next storyteller, Ali Abdullah Tef did. We heard his pitch and invited him to share his story on our main stage in New York. Here's Ali Abdullah Tef, line for command. Alright, so it's February 1st, 2015, and I'm on the green line on the tea in Boston, heading home after a Sunday brunch. And I was doing what anyone else on the tea would do, which is just daydream and try not to make eye contact. I was just off in my own little world, and then suddenly I noticed a screw that pops loose

and falls on the seat in front of me. I decide to be a good Samaritan, I pick it up and put it back in just with my fingers, and go back to contemplating my own existence. And then my concentration has broken a second time, but this time by a man yelling from behind me. It takes me a second to realize that he's yelling at me, so I get up and I look him in the face and he goes, I saw what you did there, I saw, and I don't know what he's talking

about. I wonder if he's drunk or crazy or maybe a little both. And then he says, I saw you plant a bomb on the tea. Yeah, my heart immediately drops. I've never heard these words before, and no one's ever said them specifically to me. So I don't know how to respond, and while I'm trying to formulate a thought, he's

already off to the front of the train. We come to a stop. Two stops away from my apartment. And a bunch of people hear the word bomb and yelling, and they decide to leave. And the man comes back around with a conductor. He tells the conductor what he thought he saw. And then the conductor takes a look at the situation.

A couple guys get up and they tell him that I didn't do that. And he realizes that there's no way for me to physically plan a bomb just on the seat. So he decides to tell the man to take a seat, tells me to come to the front of the train, sit behind him, and when he gets to my stop, I can get off. I thank him, I feel better, I try to relax, and I just process it as I move to the front of the train. I turn back though, and I look at the man that just accused me, and apparently he wasn't satisfied with what just happened. So he picks up the phone and calls 911. And apparently calling 911 activates some sort of MBTA protocol because I'm not

allowed to take a seat anymore. I have to stand as the conductor puts one arm on me and controls the T with one arm and takes us down one more stop, one stop away from my apartment. This is when the train is pulled off of service. Everyone's asked to step off and step back onto the next train, with the exception of me, the man that accused me, and a female officer that was waiting at the station. We waited outside in one of those outdoors platforms, in the coldest winter Boston scene and over a decade, just waiting for the police to show up. I start to panic.

I don't know what this means at all. I don't know if I'd have to go down to the station. If I'd get detained for a day or two, if they have to search my apartment, I'm here on a student visa. And I don't know if this means I get deported or I have to leave immediately. So I panic and I take my jacket off, I throw it to the ground and I walk up to the female officer. I tell her to frisk me to check. Like, I don't have tools or anything. And she's like calm down, put your jacket back on, just wait. 30 minutes of being out in the cold, the man starts to realize that he might have made a mistake. He turns to me and he says, I'm sorry. But then he pulls back a bit. He decides, no. And he goes, I saw you do what you did, though.

And yeah, you did it. And I immediately filled with rage. I just want to yell at him, call him an idiot, and tell him he's wrong. But I realize that's counterproductive. So I just relax, and I tell him, I understand why you did what you did. You just got the wrong guy.

And that's when he like reacted negatively. He took a step towards me and immediately the officer separated us. She put him back on the tee and told him to go home and the police would call him later. And me and the officer waited another 30 minutes out in the cold. 30 minutes in, the officer gets another phone call and apparently the police had

showed up to the wrong Harvard Av station. And it would be another few hours before they were able to get to this one. So she decides to take down my number, my address, and tells me I can go home as long as when they call me, I head down to the station to talk it out with them. So I agree. She asked me if I want to get back on the train, and I don't feel comfortable just yet, so I tell her I'll just walk home. And I do. And during my walk, my mind begins to spin. See, I was born and raised in Saudi Arabia, but I didn't always feel like I belonged back there.

It's a very conservative country, and I was a very liberal-minded kid. Most people want to talk about religious ideologies or traditional family values. And I just wanted to talk about who would win in a fight, Batman or Superman. So when it came time to decide where to go to for college, I wanted to find my people, so I knew I wanted to come to the States.

And I did. It took me a while, and eventually I did find my people. And it was the Dungeons and Dragons players, the Halo video gamers, the saga comic book readers. And it was amazing. It turns out the people I was looking for all my life is what you people would call nerds. So I immediately felt like I belonged and it was amazing. And then the spring of 2015 came and I realized my new status quo was about to change again. I was a senior and so were all my friends. And that meant that when we graduated everyone would go home. I'd have to go home too unless I was able to

find a job which at the time I wasn't. And now I was struggling with the larger question of race. I mean, I'm no stranger to the topic. I've been randomly selected more times than random would allow and held at the airport for far too long. I've also heard my fair share of inappropriate racial slurs or comments, but I've never had to confront something so immediate,

something so real like this was. So I didn't know what it meant, and if I didn't feel like I belonged back there, and I don't, if I don't belong here, then where do I go next? And I got home that night, and I was reeling. I was not in an okay head space. I didn't know if I'd have to leave as soon as the police called and if I just get deported immediately. So I called my friend Jackie to calm me down.

Jackie was one of my few friends that was thinking about staying in Boston post-graduation. So I clung to her and immediately she answered the phone, reaffirmed my situation, told me that it was messed up and it was not okay what happened. She slowly calmed me down, and then reminded me that February 1st, 2015, was the day of the Super Bowl.

I was invited to a party at her place, and our New England Patriots were set to play the Seattle Seahawks. At first, I told her I wasn't interested in the game, but it was just me being afraid of the phone call, and she felt it, so she insisted, and eventually I gave in. I decided I'd go to her party, but as soon as I hung up, I put my phone ringer on the loudest setting, I put it in my pocket, put my coat on, and went out into the cold again. I decided that even though I could have taken the 15-minute T-ride to her place, I didn't

know if I was even allowed back on. I wasn't comfortable, so I decided to walk 40 minutes in the cold. I walked to her place, just questioning everything, not knowing what comes next, and then I get to her apartment, and I can hear just a sports party going on inside, and everyone yelling, and takes me a second to prep myself to walk in. And then I do.

The party had a few of my friends, but it was mostly friends of friends or loose acquaintances. And immediately everyone felt silent. Turns out Jackie had told them all what just happened to me. I got an immediate rush of hugs from some of my close friends and they all told me that they were sorry, but pretty soon the party went back to normal

and we were all just watching the game. Every once in a while though, someone would sit next to me, someone I hardly knew, and they would tell me that they don't think I was capable of something like that and that they're so sorry this happened to me. And I mean, I know they were sincere, but I couldn't feel it at the moment because I was just too distracted.

I had my phone out most of the time. I kept checking for that phone call. And then at some point, it rang. People were yelling. The game was a close game. So I turned to Jackie. I make eye contact. And she gestures for me to head out into the hallway

to take the phone call. So I do. I answer the phone and a deep voice on the other line, under the line, introduces himself as Jim. Just Jim. And it turns out, Jim had dialed the wrong number. So I let Jim know and I hang up. It takes me a second to compose myself a second time. And I head back to enter the party. And this time when I walk in, everyone was standing up, putting their coats back on. So confused, I asked them what was going on. And they told me, oh, we're coming down to the station with you.

And apparently in their minds, I was just going to head down to the police station with an army of nerds and patriots jerseys. That would one by one proclaim my innocence until they let me free. I thank them all, I told them that it wasn't necessary. And we went back to watching the game. The Patriots won that day, and it was amazing. We ran out into the cold again, but this time celebrating and yelling and cheering, and it really felt amazing knowing

that I had this group of people that were supportive and had my back. It took just one person to alienate me and make me feel completely alone, and it took 14 people to make me know that I belonged. Now, I didn't end up getting the phone call that night, or any other nights. To today, I still haven't gotten it. For a while, any time a strange number would call me, I'd get really nervous and I'd clamp up.

Till today, I honestly don't know if it's on a record somewhere. Every time I'm at the airport, I feel a little nervous that it comes up on file or something. But I knew then that just having this group of people with me that night, that it was okay. They were my people, Boston's my city. I belong in this country and I wasn't leaving anytime soon. Thank you. That was Ali Abdul-Ledtich. Many of the people Ali met for the first time that day at the party have become some of his closest friends. In fact, getting together for the Super Bowl has become an annual event for them. Ali has been able to study and work at Boston University

since 2011 because he was granted a student visa. The recent political events in the United States targeting Muslim immigrants has made Ali nervous about his status in the country. The possibility of being deported has been a constant source of anxiety for him. If this were to happen, Ali would be forced to leave behind his job working in the NERG generative laboratory in the Pharmacology Department at Boston University,

and relinquish his PhD position. It would mean leaving his friends, his belongings, and his dog. A five-year-old border collie mixed-name homer, he rescued from an animal shelter. Coming up, a young Irish boy desperately tries to hide his stammer from his classmates, when the Moth Radio Hour continues. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, and presented by PRX. This is the Moth Radio Hour from PRX. I'm Meg Boles.

Our next story comes from comedian Aiden Green. Aiden has spent a lifetime learning to deal with a stammer. At the age of 21, his speech had deteriorated so much that he can barely speak. He says one of the ways he managed to get his confidence and his speech back was through stand-up comedy. He's comfortable as a comedian because he can hide behind jokes and ad-libs. If he stammer, he just makes fun of it. He said, telling a story at the moth was very different, basically terrifying. He compared it to his early days at school, and he thinks that's why he stammered much more than

he usually would when he shared this story at a slam we produced in Dublin, Ireland. You'll notice Aiden's nerves in the beginning of the story, but once he warms up and gets going, he leaves his nerves behind. Here's Aiden. David's nerves behind. Here's Amy. Hello. So for as long as I can remember, I've been in love with one thing, speaking. Since I said my very first word, I just didn't want to stop.

So it was a myelin convenience when at the age of four, when at the age of four I developed the stammer. And that isn't a joke because back then I barely knew I stammered. Sometimes I would just repeat the first sound of our word. It was totally innocuous. Okay? word. It was totally innocuous. So then when my speech therapist said to my mom, that I would

never lose my stammer, that was no big deal, okay? And then shortly after that became a very big deal. So I just finished my first year of secondary school where I was a very happy kid, I was very confident, I'm very good in school. And so it was the first day of summer holidays. And I was, and so I was at home on my own, OK? And the phone rang, so I picked up the phone,

and I tried to say hello, and nothing came out. And then they said hello, and I tried to respond, and nothing came out. And I kept trying and forcing and forcing until eventually I ran out of breath and they hung up. And five minutes after, they phoned back and I was too scared to do answers. Because suddenly, this innocuous stammer had become totally, I've become totally

debilitated, they're dead. So that's September, I went back into school and things had changed completely. I was never happy. I seemed as if I was really on intelligence because I'd lie the whole time, say that the teacher asked me something, I'd say I don't know because I just couldn't say it or say if the teacher asked me for my homework. I would say no, I don't have a done because the fear of that was way less than the fear of speaking. o'n gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweithio'r gweith stop getting by. It was in English class, and we were reading a book, I think, that was Carrie's War. And there was a character, which was called Hepsiper,

which I maintained through this very day, is the stupidest name in the world. I'm like, there's too many signs in one word. It was just stupid. So I'm on that particular day, okay? I think he started from the top of the list. So I knew I was going to have to read, okay? So I looked down and found my paragraph,

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and I tried again, I went Hep, Hep, Hep and I kept trying and trying as I got shorter and shorter of bread until eventually there was no sound coming out of my mouth whatsoever. Until eventually I put my head in my hands and I started to cry. And I could hear all of the chairs turning, I could feel all of the eyes on me.

Until eventually the guy sitting beside me said, sir, he just can't say it. And then the next person will red red and then the bell rang and people just streamed out. And I had reached my lowest point because what was the point of being alive when I couldn't do the thing I love, when I couldn't speak? So I think it was around then, around then, I think it was around then, that my mom, she was taking me all around the country looking for a cure. She took me to reflexologists, she took me to some hypnotherapist. I think that I got the cat like cure for a stammer, surprisingly ineffective. And who would have thought it?

So then one day, she said, Edan, there's this thing I found and it's called the Maguire Program. And straight away, I was like, no, like I don't want to do it. All of this is bullshit. But she was like, no, Edan, you have to. And she brought me up, okay? And she made me do it.

And the first thing they said was, this is not a cure. And so I'm over the course of our weekend, they entirely broke down the way I spoke, and they built it back up from the ground. So, in my afterwards, so clearly in my afterwards, that wasn't a cure. But I had a way of being in control of my speech for the first time in ages. So the next choose there, I had English. And I went in and that day, same book.

He started from the top of the list and I, yes. I get to read. So I looked down and I found my paragraph and it was a big juicy paragraph. And there she was. First word, first sentence, hepsiper. And all of the people they read before me, and I got filled with nerves, but also excitement,

because I knew that I could do it. I knew that I could say it. And John Farley was reading, and he had a huge paragraph, but I stealing myself, and I told myself that this was it. I was going to prove everyone wrong. I was going to prove all the people who saw me cry wrong. I was going to prove my speech therapist wrong. And eventually it was me. So I paused for a moment. I took my time. I took a really deep breath. And then I went to say that word as fluently and as beautifully as I could. And as I went

to say it, the bell rang. And everyone just stood up and walked out as if nothing had happened. And so that is not the point of the story, okay? The point is, I love speaking, and I loved it so much as a child. But that love brought me the greatest pain I will ever experience in my life. And I'm so glad I have it because now I can appreciate my love of speaking so much more.

And that's it. That was Aiden Green. Aiden still experiences a lot of fear when it comes to speaking. Though he says, as he's grown older, he's accepted as Stammer, and the fear has become less intense. The more he embraces as Stammer, the less it affects him. If you go to our website, you can see pictures of Aiden, and find out about his one-man show entitled 500 Days of Stammer, where he talks about perceptions, facts, and myths around

Stammer, and the day-to-day struggles of living with a speech impediment. That's on our website, theMoth.org. Our next storyteller, Chris Herbert, is a twice-grimmy nominated classical baritone who performs concerts and operas around the world. But along the way to finding that success, his career took a slight detour down another pass. Here's Chris Herbert, live at the mouth. On the first day of my new job as the vice president of a public relations firm in New York

City, the office manager showed me to my new office. I had a view of Broadway and I could even see a sliver of Central Park. My colleagues, they all sat in cubicles outside my office and they had degrees and things like communications. And I was convinced that they thought of me as a fraud, which I was. During my job interview, I had explained to my new bosses that I had absolutely no public relations experience. In fact, I had written my master's thesis on the Italian colonization of Libya. But my new bosses explained to me that they had found my resume and they were interested in me because I had experience speaking Arabic and experience living in the

Middle East. Although the only reason I had that experience was Arabic and experience living in the Middle East. Although the only reason I had that experience was because when I was in college, and I wanted to take a new language that wasn't European, and Japanese and Chinese were at eight in the morning, Arabic was at one 30 in the afternoon. I was at one 30 in the afternoon. But I started to realize that if I kept my studies up,

there would be some job opportunities for me, although I had never considered public relations, but during my interview, my new bosses were selling me on the idea that I could create more positive change through public relations than I could through policy making or politics. So I'm not my new job, and I'm called into my boss's office, and I'm told what my first task is going to be. I'm in charge of the United Nations' visit of the Libyan

dictator, Moamarkadathi. And that visit is in about six weeks. So just to back up for anybody who isn't intimately familiar with global politics, Muammar Khaddafi was the dictator of Libya for 42 years. He rose to power in 1969, and he quickly became an international pariah because he used his nation's oil and gas wealth to fund international terror organizations

like the Moro Islamic Liberation Front in the Philippines and the Irish Republican Army. He was also closely linked with the Pan Am 103 Locker Bee bombing in which 273 people were killed. So, positive change through public relations, Walmart Gaddafi. They didn't quite fit in my mind, but I asked my boss what he thought I should do first,

and he said I should go to the Libyan mission, but that he meant the Libyan mission to the United Nations on East 48th Street. So I make my way across town, and I enter this drab concrete building, and looming above me is this massive portrait of a young Gaddafi a top, a magnificent white stallion. And he's glaring down at the lobby, and it looks like it's been transported right out of the 1970s. It has low orange couches and plastic tables

and a green carpet that's bordering on shag. And my contact at the mission is an American woman named Nicole, and she has on these large, dark sunglasses. And she looks a little bit like Jackie Kennedy-O-Nassus until she takes off her glasses, and I realize that she's probably even younger and less experienced than I am. And she tells me three things.

First, this is very important. In all situations, I am to refer to Gaddafi as his exolency brother leader, Muammar Al-Kaddafi leader of the revolution. Next, I am to find a place for Gaddafi to stay in New York City, in any luxury hotel suite on the east side of Manhattan will do. And third, I am to find a place for the tent. The tent. Well, I'd actually place for the tent. The tent. Well, I'd actually heard about the tent.

It was a bit of a gimmick, and it played to Kadathi's roots. It was a large Bedouin tent, and he would meet with dignitaries when he went to... He would meet with dignitaries when he went to foreign countries. For example, when he went to Italy, Berlusconi, allowed him to erect his tent on the soccer field near the Colosseum. And when he went to Russia, Putin allowed him to erect his tent in a park next to the Kremlin.

So I thought, well, how hard could this be in New York City? I asked Nicole if she had a particular location in mind and she said, I don't know Chris, just rent central park. Well, I'm able to take care of the first task pretty easily. I booked the presidential suite at the Pierre Hotel, done. And a few days later, I'm back at the Libyan mission for a meeting with Nicole and the Libyan head of protocol and the Secret Service agents who were assigned to Kadathi's detail. Now, the Libyan head of protocol was a man named Nuri

and he looked like he'd walked out of a budget 1970s gangster film. He had on a maroon three-piece polyester suit and he had high-heeled boots and a glass eye that stared at me from behind his blue tinted glasses. And when I went to shake his hand, he patted me on the stomach instead. Now, the Secret Service agents, by contrast, were very quiet and professional. And we all sat down at the table, and the first thing that Nori said was that the Pierre Hotel was no good.

Apparently, brother leader was afraid of heights, and he wouldn't go in elevators. And he said that I had to find a ground floor luxury suite in Manhattan. I tried to explain that that wasn't a thing here. And Nicole interjected saying, this is why we're paying you, Chris. Make it happen. Well, it was during this meeting that I learned some of the details of the tent, specifically that it was 23 feet by 39.5 feet and 10 feet tall at its apex. And that allowed me to fill out a special events permit application with the New York City Parks Department. So there are a number

of boxes on this permit application, like yes or no, will you be using open flames? No. Will you be amplifying sounds? No. Unfortunately, there was no question, like, will you be erecting a structure for dictators to meet with dignitaries? The next day, I get a phone call

from the New York City Police Department. Apparently, the Parks Department was a little uneasy with my application and they'd passed it along to the police. And the sergeant of the other end of the line informed me that he had summarily rejected my application. So my boss and I decided we would look a little farther afield, perhaps just north to Westchester County where there was privately owned land, and we thought maybe we could rent a house and could off he could stay in the house and then pitch the tent on the lawn.

So I call around to some real estate agents, and one of them calls me back, and she tells me that her client is cash poor and knows that we're in a bit of a bind, so he's probably going to charge more than we have in our budget, but the house is perfect so we should check it out. So Nuri and Kadafi's son, Wat Tassam and I, we make our way up to Bedford, New York. And the house is, it's perfect. It's a beautiful magnificent stone mansion

with large, thick stone walls and a huge lawn that has plenty of room for the tent. And the real estate agent pulls me aside and she wants to know who I'm working for and I ask her to show her cards too. So I start and I say, I'm working for his excellency brother leader, Moamara, Kadafi leader of the revolution.

And she tells me that she's working for Melania and Donald Trump. I have to tell you, my initial reaction was, but this house is so beautiful. Well, the next day, Trump's lawyers faxed me to the house, and I was like, I'm going to have to tell you, I'm going to have to tell you, I'm going to have to tell you, I'm going to have to tell you,

I'm going to have to tell you, I'm going to have to tell you, I'm going to have to tell you, I'm house is so beautiful. Well, the next day Trump's lawyers faxed me the contract. It's about $100,000 for a week of rent. And I sign it, and I'm thrilled because I have accomplished my two impossible goals, ground floor luxury with room for a tent. And a week later, I'm at the JFK cargo terminal. I'm unloading Gaddafi's tent from a cargo plane,

and we're putting it into a U-Haul. And by this point, I knew the press was onto us, so I arranged for a decoy U-Haul to leave the airport first. So the press would follow that one. So we went unharassed up to Bedford. And when we arrived at Melania and Donald's house, there were 20 Libyan workers waiting to erect the tent, and they had even purchased a baby goat

for this celebration when brother leader arrived. So that night I'm trying to go to sleep. But my blackberry starts exploding because apparently somebody had tipped off the press, and there were all these aerial shots of Kadoffi's tent in Donald Trump's lawn. And Trump was denying knowing anything about it. And the town of Bedford didn't want Kadoffi in their backyard, so they were threatening to issue a criminal summons

against me because my name was on the lease. And the next day I'm at the office, my phone rings, I say hello, and the voice on the other end of the line says, yes, this is Donald Trump. And my initial reaction was one of panic because I thought he was going to sue me like this was a landlord tenant issue. And instead he continues continues and he says, people are saying there's something huge going

on at my house. But listen, we can put this all behind us. I just need you to set up a meeting with me and Kadathi. I'd like to discuss real estate and business deals with him in Libya. So, I freeze. I had been arranging the most intricate details of where to put an international pariah in Manhattan, and what to do with this stuporfluous tent. And the addition of Donald Trump to the equation was more than I wanted to handle.

So, yeah. So I passed the phone to my boss. Well, in the end, the tent came down, and the town of Bedford retracted the criminal summons against me, thankfully. And Kadoffi ended up staying on the ground floor the town of Bedford retracted the criminal summons against me, thankfully. And Kadoffi ended up staying on the ground floor of the Libyan mission, where a luxury ground floor suite was hastily put up for him.

The next day he gave a 100-minute long speech at the United Nations, where he listed off a number of illogical demands, including an inquiry into the assassination of JFK. And then he gave a frustrating interview with Larry King that, well, I arranged that. And the next day, he flew off to Venezuela where he met with Hugo Chavez. And I am told that there was no problem erecting the Bedouin tent in Caracas. So, Donald Trump made off pretty well

with a six figure sum for the use of the house that we barely spent time at. And I think the goat was the biggest winner of all because when Kadoffi never arrived at Trump's house, the goat was donated to a petting zoo. As for me, I lasted only three more weeks in public relations. I decided it was probably time for me to find a line of work that didn't involve tents or dictators. Thank you.

Hi. Hi. Hi. Chris Herbert still lives in New York, but he left the world of public relations behind and went on to become a very successful musician. He says he now finds it baffling that he once rented a house from a future American president and sublet

it to one of the world's most hated dictators. He says there's just so much wrong with that picture. Like Ali, the first storyteller in the sour, Chris also submitted his story to us via our pitchline. If you have a story you'd like us to consider, I encourage you to pitch us too. Go to our website, themoth.org, and look for Tell a Story. And you can find out all the info for how to do it. And while you're there, check out our radio extras where you can see pictures of Chris

and find out more about all of our story tellers. Coming up, a woman is forced to make a huge decision in the face of a health scare when the Moth Radio Hour continues. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts and presented by the Public Radio Exchange, PRX.org. This is the Moth Radio Hour from PRX. I'm Meg Boles and our last story comes from Rachel Ogilvy. Rachel shared her story when she threw her name in a hat at a Moth Story slam in London.

In fact, she won the first ever Story slam we produced there. We worked with Rachel to expand her winning story for a mainstay show we produced a union chapel in London. The theme of the night was coming home. Here's Rachel, live at the mouth. I'm not a cat's person. I've never been a cat person. In fact, I'm always the kind of person who says, I don't have room in my life for a cat.

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I am her forever home. And I am a survivor. That was Rachel Oglevy. Rachel's a writer and comedian. She now lives in Glasgow, Scotland with her husband Colin and of course her cat Nana. Rachel continues to be cancer-free and only has to go back for regular checkups once a year now. She says the shadow is always hanging over her, but she's just embracing and enjoying life day by day. That's it for this episode. We hope you'll join us again

next time for the Moth Radio Hour. Your host this hour was Meg Bowles. Meg also directed the stories in the show along with Maggie Sino and Kirstie Bennett. The rest of the most direct-toil staff includes Catherine Burns, Sarah Haberman, Sarah Austin-Jones and Jennifer Hickson, production support from Timothy Loo Lee. Malth's stories are true, as remembered and affirmed by the storytellers. Our theme music is by the Drift, other music in this hour from Stelwagon Symphonet, Moon Babies, Andotropica, and Lemon Jelly.

You can find links to all the music we use at our website. The Mawth Radio Hour is produced by me, Jay Allison, with Vicki Merrick at Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. This hour is produced with funds from the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the John D. and Catherine Kimacarthor Foundation committed the building a more just, verdant and peaceful world. The Moth Radio Hour is presented by PRX for more about our podcast, for information on pitching us your own story, and everything else go to our website, TheMoth.org.

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