A couple of years ago, I called my father and invited him to a get away father/daughter weekend. We hadn't done anything like that since I was a small child, and I thought it was way overdue. I was hoping to go somewhere like Washington, D.C. to see the sites. Maybe we'd go to the wall so he could finally see it for himself.

My dad told me he'd think it over.
A week later he called me and invited me to this seminar in Orlando, Florida. I kept asking him what it was about, but he just kept on insisting that I come and see for myself. This would be our father/daughter weekend.
It turned out to be a motivational speaker. He made us swallow fire, break wood with a karate chop, and lay on the floor for hypnosis. I did just fine with the fire and the wood, but the hypnosis was just rediculous. I remember him talking about balloons lifting up my arms. I didn't feel any balloons.

I remember him standing over me amplifying his voice in a most influential manner while telling me that if my hands aren't rising than it's
my fault because I don't want it bad enough.

My hands never did raise up off the ground. The man was very skilled at using his voice to manipulate the audience. His ****ing voice was ringing in my head for days. At the end of the seminar he offered the audience an opportunity to join a "mentoring program" for the very low fee of $10,000. He actually had people jumping up and running to join up. I just sat there with my father trying to figure out what kind of drugs were laced in these peoples' lunches. Upon arriving home, I looked up this jerk on the internet. Apparently, he's having problems with the feds right now for a number of reasons including fraud. He also has problems with BIG gambling debts in casinos throughout Las Vegas. Interestingly, addiction was one of the ailments that his hypnotherapy was supposed to cure. I know because his ****ing voice kept telling me about it for days following the seminar.

Why didn't he try it on himself?

Be careful.