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How I came to known as Mister Weirdo
In July of 1984, I was a counselor at a summer camp on the outskirts of Cleveland, OH. On my return flight to Chicago, where I lived at the time, I was talking with one of the fellow counselors and told her about my non-traditional way of thinking and added something to the effect that I am kind of weird like that.
A few months later, I received a card on my birthday. At the top of the outside of the card there was a caricature of a group of green men standing on the left and a lone purple guy standing to the right. The caption read: “If a being fails to keep pace with his contemporaries, it is because he hears a different drummer.” As I opened the card, the rest of the message was revealed, “Either that or he is a Weirdo.” I am fond of that memory.
Then, in July 1996, on the debut of my public speaking presentation, I handed my introduction to the host, who reluctantly and apologetically, read it to the audience. “Our first speaker today is a man of many unusual characteristics. Unusual may not be the right word, weird is more like it. Not only is he weird, he takes pride in the fact that he is weird. (If that’s not weird, I don’t know what is) Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome, the one and only, Mister Weirdo aka Rasheed Hooda”
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