Though our family was poor, and my sister deaf, my father still managed to raise enough money for me to attend a workshop my hero Maury was conducting. It was a dream come true for my young self; I couldn't sleep the night before, anticipating the next day in which I'd be able to gaze the visage of a living legend. I laid out my clothing, collected a few articles I'd written, and curled up tightly under the covers, giddy with excitement. "WHO THE HELL IS IT?!" screamed the voice on the other side. "Um.. your complimentary foot massage, Mr. Povich!" "Well its about freakin' time."