The first tear came. Then the second. And the third. Slowly a torrent of tears descended on my face like the rain that swept Noah into God's rushing waters.
This was the end. I was going to die. Alone. Cold. Scared. In a freight elevator. And there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't even have a volleyball to talk to.
Yet here I sit typing away a modern day hero. I made it out of the depths, and now I will use my story for good - to serve as an inspiration to kids. A memoir. NBC movie of the week. IMAX film. A weekend with Oprah. The lecture circuit for $500,000 per appearance. Autograph shows with Johnny Manziel.
On November 6, 2013, at 4:45 a.m., my life changed forever when I walked into the freight elevator in the CBS Radio Tower in Dallas for my weekly radio spot with Mr. R.J. Choppy and Shan Shariff on "New School". What I could not know was that for the next 45 minutes I would be stuck in the Elevator From Hell.
Since I pride myself on approximate punctuality, both men knew something was wrong when I was not there at 5:30 a.m. That's when the show starts. I'm usually there before then. Usually. They had to panic.
What they could not have known was that 12 floors below I was in my own panic room. I walked in, pressed "12" and the doors closed. Nothing. I pressed the "door open" button, and it did - there was light. It was like that scene at the end of "The Perfect Storm" when the crew of the Andreal Gael saw the storm clouds part to see the sun before the darkness returned.
The doors closed. I was trapped. Forever. Destined to die in an elevator. I had a decision - die on the dirty elevator floor, or dig in and fight my way out - swallow my pride and call the emergency elevator button.
One week after this traumatic event, on November 13, 2013 at 4:45 a.m. my plan is to confront this demonic elevator and slay the beast. I'm taking the frieght elevator.
So much good has come from this ordeal. I no longer take my for hair granted, and the building people called me to apologize and said they will give me a $25 Starbucks card.
One word: Venti.
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