Chapter one.
Sometimes, despite your best efforts otherwise,
life will give you lemons.
When that happens, you've got two choices, friend.
You can wear a sour face or make lemonade.
I never should have booked this city.
Come on, come on, come on.
Finally!
Huh?
What, did you swim here? Might as well have.
This is exactly why I tell you
you gotta fly in the night before.
The less time I spend in this city, the better.
I know, I know, I know. But you'll be enthused to know
that I reamed customer service.
Your bag is gonna be on the very next flight.
But have no fear.
There is a brand-new suit waiting for you right here.
Where'd you conjure this up from?
Well, rainmakers make rain...
Room key. Voila.
There's a gorgeous latte-colored silk tie in there.
I think you're gonna love it. It's subtle...Latte?
Okay, there's a red one in there, too. Okay?
Can you please just look your best? Please, okay?
Listen, all three Unicom suits will fly in from New York
day after tomorrow to see if we can make a deal.
All three of them?
I'm Lane goddamned Marshall.
Burke, for once in your life, can you please take the elevator?
See you.
Coming to the seminar? Okay.
Okay. Big day. Big day.
LANE: And don't forget the DVDs and audio books
available for purchase all through the week
at our booth down the hall.
And now, without further ado,
the author of the bestseller A Path Through Grief, my friend...
No, my inspiration, Burke Ryan.
All right!
Thanks, Lane. Wow!
Whoo!
You guys make a guy feel good.
I'm feeling okay. How are you?
A-Okay!
Good. Let me ask you a question.
Any football fans in the house?
Certain college team not too long ago lost their season opener.
They're going nowhere fast.
Then something happened. Thank you.
An event that changed everything for their coach.
The guy started sleeping at the office,
reinvented the playbook, studied film.
He was on the case 24-7.
They went on to win the national championship.
Well, after all the fanfare and the champagne, he traipsed on home,
went upstairs, went to his closet
and removed his Browning double-barreled shotgun,
put it to his chin and pulled the trigger.
See, the event that changed it all
back at the beginning of the season?
His brother, his best friend in the world, died of a heart attack.
You might be able to get back on the horse, do great things.
Hell, you might even win a national championship.
But if you don't pay the piper, he will come calling.
I want to thank each and every one of you
for having the courage to really feel the loss of loved ones.
I know it's not easy.
I've been there.
How are you? You okay?
A-Okay!
Good. All right. Say it one more time. How are you?
A-Okay!
All right. I'll see you in workshop.
Perfect. Perfect.
Good. Good. Great.
Come on, loosen up a little bit. You need a drink?
Maybe you need a drink. Waiter!
Please, no drink. Chapter 12.
"Alcohol's no more a cure-all than a Band-Aid on a bullet wound."
All right. Now flash me that sign of yours.
Great. Give me that.
Great. So, tell me, what motivated the book?
Uh, my wife died.
I know.
Why tell the whole world about it?
It was a way to coach myself how to get through it.
You know, I never intended for anyone to actually read it,
but my manager gave it to a publisher and here I am.
Read more by clicking or downloading this file: