The neverending story

I just learned that another good radio friend is also out of work.

Damn. I feel sorry for him. He has a family and a mortgage and all that money stuff to worry about. Oh, he'll be fine for awhile, before self doubt creeps in.

He'll start out with his hard-earned, well-deserved professional pride, his head held high and with the quiet self-assurance that will lead him to new, exciting opportunities.

He'll decide this interruption in his career is nothing more than a hiccup. He'll find elation in an unexpected break from his work. He will lavish in precious gift hours in new time slots with his wife and kids.

I pray for him that it works out as he imagines it must. He's too smart, too talented and too experienced to not have the radio world beating a path to his doorstep.

Everybody will assure him of that.

Those of us who have been waiting for months and even years for that knock on the door are his biggest cheerleaders, even though we are also his competitors in a job market that seems to be shrinking by the hour.

Remember that great kids movie from the 1980s, The Neverending Story? That's the one where the kid named Bastian flies around on a huge flying dog named Atreyu trying to save the world called Fantasia from a rapidly creeping nothingness called "the Nothing".

The story takes place in a parallel universe and a world being gobbled up by this "Nothing", which represents people's lack of imagination in the real world.

I'm just sayin'...

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