For nearly four decades, I’ve been a stand-up comedian. I began honing my craft in 1978, inching out into the spotlight on clubs’ amateur nights. I found that people can be uncomfortable with letting go and laughing; they tend to think that you’re supposed to take life seriously, so I put them at ease by walking them into my world. I made it okay to laugh with me about the quirks of having cerebral palsy. I boldly put myself in their faces to be loved, hated, criticized, ridiculed, respected, adored and/or resented. When we comedians step out on stage with a new audience before us, we never know how we’ll be received. And yet it’s just like exercising any other muscle; it becomes stronger the more you work it. Now truthfully some comics will never get stronger because, well, they suck. Their “funny” muscle is forever skinny, and they should probably stop now and look at becoming an accountant or a proctologist. To read more on this story, click here:Stand Up and Be Counted
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