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  • I was given an assignment, as were all of the participants of the workshop. None of them made any sense to any of us. We were given the assignments to complete, and since we were committed to the workshop and the process, we went out to complete them.

    My assignment was to spend Saturday evening down on South Street, in Philadelphia, going up to complete strangers and breaking into song and dance, to the tune of Mr. Bojangles. I was instructed to sing it, and to dance while I sang.

    At that time in my life, I was very "image"-conscious, very concerned about what people thought of me. Mr. Bojangles really helped me to overcome that self-consciousness. It's pretty damned hard to maintain, while singing and dancing to that song for complete strangers.

    Some loved it, some wanted to know where my hat was so they could tip me, some just walked away - but, they all smiled, and most laughed. I just sang and danced my way through that evening, getting more into it as the evening progressed.

    Whenever I find myself slipping back into worrying about what people think of me, I just think of Mr. Bojangles and that night on South Street, 21 years ago, and I have to smile and laugh at myself.

    When all else fails - dance!
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