The Moth - The Moth Radio Hour: The Future Looks Bright

Episode Date: April 14, 2021

In this hour, stories of healing, hope, and heart. A birthday celebration, a dream job, the importance of an heirloom and chance encounters when we need them the most. This hour is hosted by Jay Allison, producer of this radio show. Hosted by: Jay Allison Storytellers: Ekaterina Duft, Aditya Dakshinamourtay, Brenda Williams, Alistair Bane, Kathi Kinnear Hill, Jason Schommer

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 the moth.org forward slash Houston. From PRX, this is the Moth Radio Hour, I'm Jay Allison, and in this episode's stories about finding the light at the end of the tunnel, bright futures in dark times, and hope

even when things seem hopeless. Our first storyteller is Katya Duff. Katya told this story at one of our open Mike's story slam competitions in Los Angeles where we partner with Public Radio Station KCRW. Here's Katya, live at the mall. When I was 14 years old, my parents decided it was a great idea to get me out of school and move a million thousand miles away from the far east of Russia close to Moscow, so I could go to a great college several years later. I didn't want any of this.

I liked my school, I liked my skin, I liked my rock climbing, my friends. So when they just moved me to Moscow, I got very depressed. In addition to everything, once we moved, we had a little bit of savings, but they suddenly all disappeared because of a financial crisis. So when I came to my new school, not only we were poor, but also I had no friends. I mean, I told my fault, I was very grumpy about moving,

and I didn't want any friends. But the first year in the new school was extremely miserable. So for my 15th birthday, my dad told me, I know what you'd like as a birthday present. Let's go camping with a bunch of other adults and kids. And this way you can climb the tallest mountain in Europe. You know, most girls for 15 years old, for at 15, they won't probably address or a pair of shoes.

For me, it was an amazing idea. Yes, I really want to climb the tallest mountain in Europe. So we got on this trip, which was not very well planned honestly, because it was 10 parents and about 15 kids. And we didn't bring enough food for all of us. And it was non-stop camping for a month. We lived in intense bathing in rivers. And for the last two weeks of our trip,

we completely ran out of food and rivers in the mountains. So we had to stop by different villages asking highlanders for cheese and milk. And that was our diet for about 10 days. We all lost about 10 pounds, I'd say. They were completely messiated. But for my birthday I said, I'm still climbing that mountain. So we spent a night in a wooden house.

All of us, Andy, tell me, cut you the weather. It doesn't look very well. You know, they promised like a little bit of rain for tomorrow and maybe a little bit of a storm. I say, no, we are going. It's my birthday, I absolutely have to do it. So next morning, when I get out, I realize that there is no electricity because all the electric cables lay on the ground after a storm. My dad tells me, Kati, we are not going. No, you're not doing this. I say, no, it's my

birthday. I'm 15. My life has been crap for the last year. I absolutely have to do it. So when my dad turns away, I put all the equipment on the special metal shoes and I bring it in metal stick and I start climbing. Good thing my dad got out of the house and he saw me on the horizon and he was like, oh God, she decided to do it. So he starts chasing me, with other adults,

they grabbed me off the mountain, they bring me back to the house, they say, Katia, she decided to do it. So he starts chasing me. With other adults, they grabbed me of the mountain. They bring me back to the house. They say, Katia, you don't want to die on your 15th birthday. And that's when I started bowling and saying, my life just sucks. It's been nonstop for years. It's so bad. I'm so depressed.

Why? Why? Why? Why did you take me away from my friends? You started this. And then my dad looks at me, he says, Katia. But you know what, this is the worst event of your life, you think, then after all, it can only get better.

So look forward to going back to Moscow, going to a new school. And it will all be amazing from now on. I promise you. Except when we get on the train and listen to the radio, the first thing we hear, there is a coup d'état in Moscow. It's 1991. It's the collapse of the Soviet Union.

The train trip dates 36 hours. And every minute of a trip, we listen to updates. And they say, oh, Gorbachev was arrested and taken away. Oh, now there is a provisionary government. All the power is taken away. And the minute the train gets into Moscow, we see tanks on the streets, people with guns, explosions, black smoke everywhere.

I look at my dead and I say, Dad, you promised them. You promised my birthday was the worst thing ever. What is going on? When we come home and turn the TV on, they say, OK, Kudutah was a failure, but Soviet Union is good. Collapsed anyways, but it's not going to be that bad. But for me, it was more than bad.

And I actually, I get so sick with flu. My temperature was like 103 or something and two for two weeks I don't remember anything. When I got out of this condition I felt different, I felt like I was suddenly stronger or something because to be honest it's been what now, 28 years since that happened and no matter what happened in my life after that 1991 summer, nothing shocked me anymore. And I think that really made me a strong person as I am now. Thank you. That was Katya Duff.

She is the author of the public transit blog, That was Katya Duff. She is the author of the public transit blog, Tails from the Bus. She's a linguist, fluent in English, Russian and French, and works in subtitling and translating. She's a frequent participant in storytelling shows and contests in Los Angeles and is a most story slam winner. Katya says, to this day, this remains the most challenging camping trip she's ever been on. To see a photo of Katya and her father shortly after their trip, visit themoss.org.

Up next, we have another Moss Slammer, Adi Chet Doction Amorti. Adi Chet told his story at the Bell House in New York City, where we're presented by Public Radio Station WNYC, live from Brooklyn. Here's Adi Chet. Well, I'm not really proud of admitting this, but one of the biggest breakthroughs I've ever had in my life is to get an interview from the greyhound of the sky's spirit airlines. I'm not sure if any of you know, but getting a job as an international student here in the US is very hard. In fact, most companies have it in their policy, not to hire international.

And I was painfully made aware of that in the, I mean, my first year here in the US, a student, probably applied for over 100 jobs, zero callbacks. Every recruit I spoke to would say, good resume, but we don't hire internationals. But in hindsight, it's not really a surprise that Spirit Airlines is the first company to give me an interview, is it? They probably tried hiring regular Americans here,

and they didn't want to work for them. So they're coming after desperate folk like me. But that didn't matter to me. I came here not just to get a master's, but also to get a job and then live and work here. So I was ready for this. This is what I've been waiting for. And they came through my university, which

meant I had a head start over the others by default, because I was living up to my Asian student's stereotype. I had a 4.0 GPA, and I was the darling of my professors. So they put in a very good word for me. The first round of interviews was on campus. I feel like I did that pretty well. Second round, they invite me down to their headquarters.

When they're, again, I feel like I did pretty well there. Two nervous weeks go by, and then I get a call from the recruiter. And she says, hey, thank you for coming down. I feel like you'd be a great addition to the team. We'd like to offer you the job. And as she's saying that I'm on this side going, and then I calm myself down and I say,

oh, I'm so glad to hear that. I'm very excited and then she tells me what the salary is going to be. And that was less than what they had advertised when they were coming to my university. And I took issue with that. Why is it less? She said, OK, give me a couple of days,

let me talk to the management. She calls me back. And she says, hey, I spoke to the VP, turns out, I don't think she's going to move. And I was like, I said the same thing. But you said you were going to give more. And I was a couple of minutes, a couple of seconds, a silence.

And she goes, OK, but are you still interested in the job? I was like, are you kidding me? You're the only one to interview me, let alone give me a job. Of course, I'm interested. And then she says, OK, can I send you the offer letter? Now, I wasn't really sure why she asked that.

But in my mind, because I grew up in India, nothing is official till it's on paper. So I thought, this is her wanting to get everything that we spoke on paper. So she sent me the email with the offer letter. I respond back with my counter offer, stating the exact same things. And a few days go by, I think it was the long weekend

or something. And the next Monday, I get again a call from them. This time it was the recruiting of the hiring manager. And he says, hey, is this audience like, yeah. And he says, he just want to let you know that we're rescinding the job offer. And I'm like, wait, yeah. And he says, he just want to let you know that we're rescinding the job offer. And I'm like, wait, what? What happened?

I mean, he said, well, we're taking back the job offer. We're going in a different direction. It's like, well, he's because I asked for more money. It's OK, I'll take whatever I gave earlier. You know, I'm sorry, don't do this. And he's like, no, it's too late. We're going in a different direction. And I was actually sleeping when that call came

Not really a good way to be walking up and then I was like walking around my room yelling What the fuck happened? How did I screw this up? I just couldn't understand and then I texted my professors immediately and said okay Don't panic. We'll try to find out what happened the next day Went to their one of their offices and he said well, turns out you went back on your word. I was like, what do you mean? Well, turns out you accepted the offer on the phone, and then you renegotiated once you got the offer. And I tried to explain to him, well, that's because I'm in the culture

in the country that I grew up in, nothing spoken as official. Official things start only when things are on paper. And he kind of had this, like, you know, sad look on his face, but he said, you know, I'm sorry, I think this is it, can't help you here. And I walked back slowly to my car. I remember I sat in that parking lot for about 45 minutes. My eyes were willing up and I felt like I have screwed up my best chance to get a job here. I don't know if I'll ever get that chance and I was terrified and I just didn't know what to do. But that was only like half of

the problems or things in my mind at that time. You see, in just that long weekend, I threw a party for all my friends because I had just gotten a job at Spirit Airlines. I put it on social media, on Facebook, that, hey, everyone, all thousand of my friends, all over the world, I'm gonna be working for Spirit Airlines in Miami. I didn't have Twitter at the time, otherwise I would have tweeted at Spirit Airlines as well. I told my mom, I told my girlfriend, told my dad, like, everybody knew. I was thinking, man, this is messed up. Now I got to walk all of it back and also try to find another job.

This is going to be fun. Things eventually worked out well for me. I went on to work for South of Stereolines, which is a much better company. And this time I did not negotiate past the phone. For those of you who thought I would have never negotiated, if you fuck up something the first time, next time you do it, right? You don't not do it. And I waited one whole month till after I got the job to tell anyone that I now got it. Thank you.

That was Aditya Dukshina Mourty. Aditya is an airline professional, storyteller and DJ. He grew up in South India before moving to the US for his masters and currently calls New York City home. He has appeared in Moth Story Slam as well as many other storytelling shows throughout the US. We followed up with Auditja to find out more about his experience job hunting as an international student without a work visa.

There's always this can can they hire me question that goes into your head before, you know, am I a good fit for this role? So there's a lot of shot in the darks and the first thing you tend to ask anyone is do you sponsor for visa? And most of the time the answer is no and the conversation ends then and there.

You have to probably try way more than you normally would. You cannot be picky at all because you don't know who will sponsor and who won't. So you might have to take a job that's not necessarily what you really want. So are you still working with Southwest? No. So I actually had to leave Southwest and the US because I couldn't get a visa. Then I left Southwest thinking I will never come back to the US and it's all over. And I took a job in a Middle Eastern country called Qatar,

working for an airline there. And six months into my job there, they asked me to move back to the US completely out of co-incidence. So I ended up back in New York, like, within the next year. That's what happened after. So where did this dream of like wanting to work

for an airline come from? When did you start? When did you start knowing that that was what you wanted to do? So I'm an only child and I was I mean you could call me a spoiled child when I was growing up and that's not a bad characterization at all So for me to get a sense of the real world my parents sent me one summer to live with my cousin. He was living in Bangalore at that time. It was close to an aviation manufacturing company in India.

And while I was there, I would see fighter jets taking off and landing and commercial aircrafts taking off and landing. And I grew up in like a very small city in South India where you don't see airplanes often. Like they are like mythical creatures. You see one and you just stop dead in your tracks. At least I did every single time. I loved everything about them.

They fly, they make a loud noise and they seemed not accessible, which is why I really wanted them. So at that point I decided I wanted a career that had to do something with airplanes, and that's what I did. That was Adichad, Dukshin Amorate, speaking with Morph producer Emily Kouch. When we return, two more stories from our SLAM series and Amorti, speaking with Morph Producer and Malay couch.

When we return, two more stories from our SLAM series about the things that inspire us to move forward. 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 Jay Ellison and this episode is all about looking ahead to what promises to be a brighter future. Next up is Brenda Williams, who told this story at a New York slam, presented by WNYC. Here's Brenda. Thank you.

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They breathe in those savory scents and they often eat much more than they plan to, which thrills me. You know, I've adjusted my thinking. It's still the hands and it's still the love and it's still the imagination But for me the kitchen magic is also those pots and I am finally worthy as my mother always was even if she didn't know it Brenda Williams is a writer and human resources executive who lives in Brooklyn. Many of her stories focus on Caribbean immigrants in New York and London. Brenda says that when her mother gave her the pot she was thrilled to have that piece of

her family history and thrilled that they would finally be put to use. Her mother has passed away, but not before knowing that Brenda was using the pots regularly. She's still using them, and she says her cooking continues to evolve. Next up with a tale of finding Hope is Alistair Bain. Alistair has told many stories of them off from slams to the main stage and here's one from an open mic story slam we produced in Denver where we partner with Public Radio Station KUNC, a note that the story contains the use of a homosexual slur. Here's Alistair Bain, live at the mall.

When I was 13, I got my first horse. His name was Beau. He was a half an inch over pony class, a chestnut with sort of anonymous breeding history. Not very well trained, a little bit mean and shaggy-coated, but I didn't mind because he was mine, and I was willing to put the hours, I knew it would take to train him in,

because he was the one part of my life that didn't feel dark and dangerous. At that point, my dad had dropped me off with my mom in small town in Central Illinois. She had enrolled me in a Catholic school where I was the only native person at otherwise white school. I felt different but that wasn't the only reason. The kids had another name for the reason I was different words like, Fag, Queer, It, and Freak. I heard that all day.

The teachers told me if I didn't act so weird, maybe I went again in trouble being bullied. And when I went home, although my mom's words weren't quite that crude, her cinnamon was the same. Everything I did, how I walked, how I talked, seemed disappointing. But every afternoon, I would get to go to the stable and just saddle up, bow, and go for a ride. I spent so much time grooming him and training him that within a few months the first time we went into the

jersey ring he was flawless and we walked out with a long, shiny satin blue ribbon in front of everyone who had thought that we were misfits. And for just that moment everything felt good, like story of redemption. But over the course of the next few months as I entered eighth grade, it seemed like the bullying got worse. And at home, I had decided that it was time that I finally set it out loud to my mother. I came out and her reaction was everything I feared it would be and more worse. I could almost feel her disapproval through the walls in the house. And at

that point it seemed like even while I was at the stable with Bo, those rides that time I had with him were enough and there's this darkness that was encroaching on my very spirit. A voice inside me that said, maybe there was no place I would ever belong and no use going on. One Saturday morning I found myself in the bathroom looking in the cabinet, and my mother's newly refilled prescription of tranquilizers, thinking that it would be so easy that night before bed to take them all. The kids would have no one to bully on Monday. My weather would have no one to say was embarrassing the family. I loved them there, knew they'd be there, and went out to the stable, and I saddled up bow. I decided that day I was going to do something

good for him, something that made him happy, because even if I felt like I couldn't feel happy, the same more he could. So I wrote him down by the airport where there was a long dirt road. I take him down there the airport where there was a long dirt road. I take him down there and let him just run to his heart's content. As we got near, I could feel him getting excited. He knew what was coming next. As we turned the corner onto that road, I step in my stirbs like I was a jockey in the Kentucky Derby. I let him have his reigns and he took off. I'd heard someone say, Wands, if you're a true horseman, there comes a day when the communication between

you and your horse ceases to be the tug of rain or the nudge of an e, and you simply become one with that animal. And as he ran flat out down that road, I began to feel that happen. It was as if he and I could speak without any cues from myself. He ran faster and faster, and as we approached the end of the road, there's a dead inside. But I didn't have to rain him in, he knew what to do. He slid to a stop, pivoted on his back legs, and ran back to the other direction. And as he did, it felt almost like that little horse's joy of being alive on a fall day, running full out under a crisp blue sky with the smell of the dried corn in the field next to us, came up through those rains and ran through my body like electricity. And so everything was suddenly quiet and clear and beautiful. We reached the end of the road and standing there

was a woman outside our car. She stopped and was watching us. She smiled, waved at me and said, you in that horse, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Thank you, I said. And that was enough. In my culture, we say horses have the ability to heal, and I know that that's true. Allister and Rue Bain is an Eastern Shawnee writer, storyteller and artist. He short stories have appeared in a loan together love, grief, and comfort in the time of COVID-19. Allister's love of animals hasn't waned. These days he fosters dogs who are feral or who have experienced trauma. Eleister says his dogs have taught him about resilience and healing that they seem to

be able to let go of the past and live in the present. After the break, two more stories of optimism against the odds. The Mothradio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, and presented by PRX. You're listening to The Moth Radio Hour from PRX. In this hour, we're hearing stories from people who have faith in the future, even when the present isn't always so promising. No stranger to working against the odds is Kathy Keneer Hill, who took a difficult campaigning job in a place she felt unwelcome and unsafe.

Kathy told this story at Amarth Mainstage in Jackson Hole, where we were presented by the Center for the Arts, a quick caution that this story includes the use of a toxic racial slur. Here's Kathy Kenier Hill. And it was the re-election campaign for President Barack Obama. I was working it. And one wonderful day, I walked into the office and I'm not going to lie, I was thrilled to find out that we were going to Skype with the president. He popped up on that screen, and he gave us a pep talk. You know that Obama kind of pep talk.

And he thanked us for all of our hard work. And then he said, get out of Kansas. We're wasting our time. For those of you who could do this, take this campaign to Council Bluffs, Iowa. Take this campaign to Iowa. And I'm asking you to please deliver Iowa to me to us. Well, and yeah, I'll do that. I'd already worked his election campaign a few years before. And when you're campaigning and volunteering, you have duties like putting signs, you know, yard signs up and pamphlets here and there and having conversations because the president always would say just have conversations, conversations after conversations don't

stop. And also, we are registering the people to vote. And I will never forget looking into the faces of my African-American elders. And they say to me, I've never voted. I've never registered. But I'm registering now, because I have a reason. So not only do I have a personal reason

to be working these campaigns. After reading a little bit about Senator Obama back in the day, I realized that he and I had a couple of things in common. One, we were biracial in America and identified as black. And we grew up in an era of turmoil where we both had to decide and determine who we were, where we were going. No one could help us and tell us that.

We had to go on that journey. Another thing we had in common and do have in common is that we were raised by loving white families. So I'm heading from the suburbs and cities of the Kansas City area to campaign in the cities and suburbs of Iowa. And I got in my little Honda every weekend for about a year and drove four hours there and four hours back and did the same types of things.

Lots, hundreds and hundreds of phone calls, knocking on doors and registering people to vote. And towards the end of that campaign in 2012, I got a phone call and I was asked to be a canvas captain, which is basically just taking a leadership role and doing the same duties that I'd already been doing, but they asked me to do this in rural Iowa. So, being that committed person that I am, I said yes. And I'm dropped off me, a middle-aged African-American woman,

and another campaign worker, a little bit older African-American woman, in rural farmland, Iowa. So we walked into this little teeny campaign office, and we got our little clipboards, and our pens, and all of our papers, and put our little buttons on, and our little bomb a hat, and we're going to clipboards and our pens and all of our papers to put our little buttons on our little bomb a hat. And we're going to go register people to vote. So we did and we walked out of that door and Rita, my partner in campaigning, was, is one of the strongest and most amazing women I've ever met a retired school teacher.

So I looked up to her and I looked over at her and I said, yeah, we're gonna do this, right? And she said, I am fired up and ready to go. Aren't you? I'm fired up and ready to go. Let's go. And I said, well then, yeah, I'm fired up and ready to go to.

So we're walking down Farm Road. And our first stop was a trailer park. And as we were approaching the gate to open it, we looked up, and there was a man, a big old redneck man, with a big old rifle. And before we could open that gate, he looked at us and he said, I didn't vote for you, nigger last time,

and I ain't voting for you, nigger this time. Now you girls better turn around and get. And we did. And again I looked at Rita and said, you know we don't we don't have to do we don't have to do this. And she said, oh I'm more fired up and ready to go. Let's go. So we did, and we knocked on doors, and we knocked on doors, and we rang doorbells. Nobody on that day was ever that horrible to us. We had people, of course, closing the door in our faces,

just saying, no, thank you. And then, of course, you've got the ones that you knock on their door, and you can see the curtain open. And then of course, you've got the ones that you knock on their door and you can see the curtain open. And then close. And we're like, yeah, we know you're there. But we didn't stop us. We kept walking.

And we kept having conversations. And then we get to a farm. And we're walking down this long gravel driveway. and we're walking down this long gravel driveway. And approaching us is the farmer who owns that land. And he looks at us, and he says, no, I see what you're selling and I'm not buying. And I remember in our president asking us to have conversations.

And I said, could we just have a minute? And before he could answer, his wife opened the front door. And she said, ladies, if you're going to be at my house, you better come in here, suffers on the table. And we were scared and hungry. But I'm thinking, in the back of my mind, I'm thinking, but do I really want, it was a get out moment, do I really want to go into this home farmhouse,

in the middle of nowhere, I don't know these people, and then the door closes, right? But before my thought was finished, Rita says, yes, ma'amam we are hungry so we went in and we sat down oh that food I could make you drool if I went into detail about it was meatloaf that was melting in our mouths, mashed potatoes and gravy greens, cornbread, and sweet tea. It was soul food. And our conversations with Cecil and Wilma,

it was a beautiful time. We talked about a lot of things. They asked us a few questions about the campaign, and we talked a little bit about that. But mostly we asked them questions about their lives. And they told us about their kids and their grandchildren. They literally breathed for those grand babies. They lived for those grand babies. And then they told us about the church down the way where they got married. And before we knew it, it was time to go. So we had to the front door, we thank them for this lovely meal. And Wilma gives us a hug and hands us some food to go.

And as we're walking back down that gravel drive, Cecil is walking with us to get us to the road. And when we get to the road, he takes both of our hands, Rita and Kathy. Thank you. Thank you for coming in and sharing this time with us. And thank you for talking to us. But most of all, thank you for listening to us. Now I probably won't vote for your guy.

And we waved and turned around and walked away. And if you step up, we hear this. But hey, Kathy, I just might. Thank you. King Jr. School, where Kathy is an instructional assistant to a class of kindergarteners. Kathy and her husband Dennis have two children and recently became grandparents. To see photos of Kathy working for the Obama campaign, visit theMawth.org. Our final story this hour is from Jason Schoemer. Jason told this story at a slam in St. Paul, Minnesota.

Standing in a sea of organic produce, consisting of pineapples, cucumbers, and strawberries, I saw her standing there in a wide-brimmed hat, a cardigan that was tan and white over a summary outfit in flat shoes. Our eyes met, we smiled, I knew, and she knew that I knew. Now the fact that I'm at Ralph's grocery

in North Hollywood is surreal at best. A week earlier, I had been offered a job to work behind the scenes on a TV show. So I quit my job through everything I owned into a storage unit in drove cross country. Once there, after working a few days, I was notified that there was gonna be some production changes and it wasn't gonna work out.

Scheduling issues. Yeah, no grand, you're fired, no scandalous story, nothing, just scheduling issues. So I had come to Ralph's grocery to emotionally eat. And the moment I saw her, I was immediately whisked away to a snowy mountain top. It was Karnie Wilson from Wilson Phillips. Oh my God!

Are you kidding me? Karnie freaking Wilson? Now, if you don't know who Karnie Wilson is, let me tell you, she is one-third of the power trio, Wilson Phillips, who in 1990 gave the world the number one anthem for anyone, for anyone who was teetering and on the brink of giving up to just hold on. Now, I love pop culture, I'm a pop culture fanatic. So I immediately, recognizing the magnitude of this, no, I needed to follow Karney Wilson. So I did. And it was awkward.

She got pork chops, I bought pork chops. I'm a vegetarian. She bought flowers, I bought flowers. I'm allergic. She was in feminine hygiene products. I'm a boy. So I ducked around the aisle to text my friend, Gen, to let her know of this moment. Now, Gen is a massive Wilson Phillips fan. She actually was in negotiations with their management

to have them perform at her graduation. I sent her a text, oh my God, I met Ralph Scrocery at North Hollywood and I just said, Garnie Wilson! And that's when Garnie Wilson walked right past me in mouth, hello. She didn't say it, she just mouth. Now, if you are a famous singer or an actor and you talk in public, people recognize your voice.

She couldn't say hello, she just had to mouth it. Because then five people, aisles over, would have come running over, screaming, sing, sing, sing. And she would be like, no, I'm just here to buy yogurt. Sing, and she would have felt pressured, and she would be like, no, I'm just here to buy yogurt. Saying, and she would have felt pressured, and she just wanted to go home. She's not even wearing makeup. And they would have been demanding it. And so then she would have started singing,

and not to a pelleversion of her number one hit, hold on. And then people would have cracked out their phones to record it and put it on YouTube, and hopes of it going viral. And then people would have started screaming, and losing their minds, and then TMZ would have shown up. And it would have been a debacle. Don't ask me how I know these things. I just do.

So she mouthed. After following her around the store and acquiring a card of stuff I don't want her need, they came to check out. She was two miles over and I watched them scan every item out of her card. And I was trying to time it perfectly so we could have a moment, her and I, as we left the store But I had the slowest cashier in the world she had the fastest She walked past the end of my aisle she turned around looked at me and said goodbye

I It was just like their song hold on someday somebody's gonna make you turn around and say goodbye. I, Jason, show her from Lada Falsamade, Minnesota, make Cardi Wilson turn around and say goodbye. She got into the elevator to go down to the parking garage and as the doors were started to close I thought, do it. Just reach out and yell, hold on! But I didn't.

I'm respectful. So here we are chasing our dreams, doing what we want to do. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn't. We'll go through horrible things in life. We'll fall in love, we'll get divorced. We'll have successes and failures. We'll fall flat in our face and sometimes we'll pick ourselves up. Sometimes we won't. Sometimes what unites us all is the fact that we just find that little kernel of hope. Sometimes we find it in a prayer or a mantra or a text from a loved one, just that one little thing that we cling on to. And sometimes it's seeing a celebrity in a grocery store that's saying one of your favorite

songs in three-part harmony that gives you the hope to hold on for one more day because things will go your way. Thank you. Thank you. The world is dance going. The world is the one that's going. Break, break, break from the chair. Jason Schoemer is a stand-up comedian and storyteller

who spent two years as the opening act for comedian Louis Anderson in Las Vegas and continues to tour with Louis regularly. Jason has worked in New York City for the Rosie O'Donnell show and behind the scenes in Hollywood on the television series, Baskets. So that's it for this episode. We hope these stories offer you some comfort and hope that things can get better even when it feels like they won't. Please join us next time for the Moth Radio Hour. Larry Rosen directed the stories in this show with additional coaching from Jennifer Hickson. The rest of the most directorial staff includes Katherine Burns, Sarah Haberman, Sarah Austin

Janess, and Meg Bowles production support from Emily Couch. Most stories are true as remembered and affirmed by the storytellers. Everything music is by the drift. Other music in this hour from the Croca band, Soul Live, Michael Hedges, Blue Dot Sessions, and Wilson Phillips. You can find links to all the music we use at our website. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by me, Jay Allison, with Vicki Merrick at Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. This hour was produced with funds from the National Endowment for the Arts. The Moth Radio Hour is presented by BRX. For more about our podcast, for information on pitching this, your own story, and everything else, go to our website,

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