Here’s everything I can remember about Aaron and Candy Spelling:
Beginning in 1976, film and television producer Aaron Spelling had a string of hits. He created the “The Mod Squad,” “Charlie’s Angels,” and “Beverly Hills 90210.” Mega-successful but a Mama’s boy, Spelling promised his mother he would never get on a plane. He never got on a plane.
Candy Spelling was Aaron’s second wife. She lived with him in a 123-room house in Holmby Hills, LA called “The Manor.” Candy never took a plane trip with Aaron but she did have a special room in The Manor for gift-wrapping.
The Spelling’s had two children: Tori Spelling, who was cut out of her father’s will, had to became a “reality” tv star to make money. Her brother Randy Spelling, the good child, received his inheritance but since he can’t wear a string bikini while pregnant (and isn’t broke), he does not have a “reality” tv show.
When the Spelling children were young and took a walk on the beach, the Spelling butler walked a few feet ahead of them. His job was to remove any broken shells that would injure the privileged feet of the Spelling children.
I remember reading the story about the butler years ago and laughing at its idiocy. I’m not laughing now.
Stepping on a broken shell is a wonderful metaphor for the risk-averse. Many of us are so afraid of a little pain we walk too gingerly. We’re overly-fearful. Though we know no one has ever died from stepping on a broken shell, we go out of our way to step cautiously, afraid we’ll bloody our delicate feet or worse…our sterling reputations.
The best companies in the world encourage people to screw up because it’s in the screw up that great ideas are born. The most creative people in the world don’t worry about a pinprick of pain. It’s imagination, desire, and confidence that drive them to do big things.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe is Germany’s Shakespeare. His most famous quotation is for the broken seashell-averse to live by: “Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.”
Too bad the Spellings didn’t read Goethe. They might have sent the butler back to The Manor to wrap a few gifts.