The San Francisco Chronicle last Sunday did a profile piece on me, the book, and my upcoming projects. For those of you that didn’t see it you can check it out here: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/10/26/LV8P13K9P3.DTL
This was a different type of interview – since it covered all sorts of levels of my life. Most previous interviews have focused on the headlines and monetary values of what I’ve created but this one I thoroughly enjoyed doing with Carolyne Zinko. We had lots to talk about – since she also had read my book and knew all about my journey thus far.
One of the areas I talk about in the book is about trust. Specifically with new people, friends, relationships, etc. The problem being: the more successful and more visible you become it becomes harder to trust people. It becomes harder to figure out peoples true intentions vs. when you’re just a child and meeting another person for the first time. Nevertheless, one of the readers that read my article had sent an email to Carolyne and she forwarded it to me. I’ve deleted any names associated with it – but I believe it’s a powerful story to share with a great ending.
Good morning, Carolyne:
Thank you for your article on Mr. Chahal in today’s Style section. I am an avid reader of the Chronicle and email writes when I feel like I have a local spin on their stories. I wanted to drop a line commenting on the difficulty in knowing who wants to be friends with you, just for you, when you have so much to sweeten the deal.
Like Mr. Chahal, my family came out to Silicon Valley to explore the vast opportunities that were offered in a blossoming Silicon Valley. My father was hired as an engineer and my mother was an Italian immigrant raising us in a foreign place. As a young adult, I fell in love with a struggling musician who got a record deal during our marriage and subsequently became an international pop star. We “had it all” very suddenly. We dined with other rock stars, shopped with our personal stylists and moved from a modest house to a poshy one, packed our designer bags and went on tour at a first class level. When our marriage predictably suffered from that instant fame and fortune, I moved back home to the Bay Area and was met with a new reality: I was not that girl from the farm-town anymore. I was not on the arm of the famous husband anymore. I had all that money could buy, but I had lost a formerly very strong sense of who I was and where I came from. I felt that I didn’t belong in either world…
Along came a “regular” guy I met at a friend’s birthday party. He knew that all of my friends were trying to fix me up with their well-to-do singles, but my broken heart must have been evident to him that day. He got my phone number and called me a week later.
When he pulled up to my house in San Francisco, he was in a 1980 pick-up truck and had two folding chairs and an empty paint can with four iced beers in the back. I was taken aback, but I smiled when I saw this simplistic approach to a date (no Bentleys, no tuxedos, no famous friends) and climbed in for the ride. He took me to an overpass so we could watch planes fly by and land. At the end of the evening, he shook my hand and said, “I will never be able to compete with the life you had, and I don’t need anything you own, but I can promise to always be an honest companion and love you for who you are.” I was shocked into giving him a second chance and by time we had several dates, I found that he was indeed very successful and had a keen eye for art collecting. He wanted me to like him for the person he was first and not judge whether or not our portfolios matched. As it goes, he was telling the truth way back then. We are still together.
My point to Mr. Chahal is this: There are people out there who will be able to see past your fortune (and soon to be fame) and appreciate that determined kid in a turban. Just give them a chance by keeping it simple at first. Sitting on an overpass waiting for the next plane to land (not your own!) gives ample opportunity for conversation. Actions and words reveal our true selves eventually. There is someone worthy of your friendship and love. Take time finding that gem. The money will just be another blessing to be shared between you.
Best wishes to you, Carolyne, and to all who strive to be who they are meant to be. And great thanks for supporting those who may be able to shock their father with an ample bank account one day if given the chance to shine.
Respectfully,
XXX