Keep on Believing

I heard a moving story today. It goes roughly like this.

A young woman, with dreams of success, stardom, and a better life, moved from her sleepy middle-America hometown to try to make it in Hollywood. Meeting with little success at first, she had to take a waitressing job working long, late hours at T.G.I. Friday's to pay her bills, struggling just to get by month by month. Years went by and disappointment grew into despair, but still she persevered. Finally she managed to get an audition. Brushing her hair and dabbing on makeup to cover the black circles under her eyes, she went to stand in line with about sixty other young women, all with similar stories to tell, just to get a few minutes of a casting director's time. But while the rest of them left with only more disappointment and despair, this one actually found a piece of the success she had been hoping for. Maybe it wasn't quite the role she had imagined, but it was better than nothing, and it would pay far better than her job as a T.G.I. Friday's waitress. Most importantly, she did it all herself. She had earned the role of a waitress in a commercial for T.G.I. Friday's.

OK, so this isn't a real story I heard, it's just something I imagined after seeing a T.G.I. Friday's commercial. Still, it touched my heart.