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One Month to Live

It was Wednesday November 30th, 1994 at 10:30 am, I was in my office when the phone rang. It was the Doctor calling with the results from my biopsy she had done a week earlier.

I said good morning and without skipping a beat she told me,"If I do not remove a third of your lip within a month you will be dead."

Ignoring her horrible bedside manner, I hung the phone up and began contemplating those words, one month to live. I was 33 single and alone in a big city, the night before I had made my off broadway debut, that high was instantly crushed. What was I to do? What was this sign?

I sought a second opinion and obviously, 16 years later I am still here. But what those words did for me was propel me to explore what I had been ignoring. I gave up the corporate job and went full-time creative. I began acting regularly, sometimes on TV, sometimes on stage, I started my own production company and worked on an Oscar Nominated film by Jim Sheridan.

For me the statement, "One Month to Live", was the big guy saying, follow your heart and follow your dream; to that end I have never looked back and I am thankful for that Doctor scaring me into taking my life in a new direction.

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