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Writer, activist, and actor Charles Grodin delivers a fascinating collection of more than eighty intimate and revealing stories from friends and colleagues in the worlds of entertainment, sports, journalism, politics, and business-inspiring, entertaining, and heartfelt accounts of mistakes they've made and the lessons they learned.

Carol Burnett writes about an ill-fated meeting with Cary Grant. Rosie O'Donnell remembers her inability to ...
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Writer, activist, and actor Charles Grodin delivers a fascinating collection of more than eighty intimate and revealing stories from friends and colleagues in the worlds of entertainment, sports, journalism, politics, and business-inspiring, entertaining, and heartfelt accounts of mistakes they've made and the lessons they learned.

Carol Burnett writes about an ill-fated meeting with Cary Grant. Rosie O'Donnell remembers her inability to express her love for a close girlfriend. Senator Orrin Hatch regrets voting against Martin Luther King Day. Goldie Hawn considers her last day on Laugh-In...and that's just the beginning!

Alan Alda overprepares for an interview. Ben Stiller wonders whether he should have stayed in school. Kenneth Cole gets mixed up during an important speech. Lily Tomlin reconsiders a wardrobe choice. And what do Shirley MacLaine and Paul Newman regret? You'll have to read to find out.

IF I ONLY KNEW THEN... is that rare book that could change your life. We aren't always aware we're making mistakes. These wonderful stories offer insights that could keep us from erring in the future. Don't make the mistake of not reading this book!

All of Mr. Grodin's proceeds from this book will be donated to HELP USA, a not-for-profit organization with a mission to empower the homeless and others in need to become and remain self-reliant.
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"If you don't get wiser as you get older, then you just get older." To test his own adage, freewheeling commentator Charles Grodin decided to get a little help from his friends. He asked a surprising assortment of bigwigs to identify their biggest mistakes and what these blunders taught them. The roster of celebrities qualifies as awesome: Paul Newman, Carol Burnett, and Walter Cronkite rub elbows with Rosie O'Donnell, Mikhail Baryshnikov, and Senator Orrin Hatch. And, we should hasten to add, the mistakes are as entertaining as they are instructive.
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When actor and TV commentator Grodin (It Would Be So Nice if You Weren't Here) asked Shirley MacLaine about her biggest mistake, she suggested he go ask President Bush about his. Others of the 82 celebrity contributors to this collection who look back at lessons learned the hard way squirmed to evade Grodin's "truth or dare," while many have risen to the challenge with painful memories of nervousness, humiliation, social embarrassments, shame, regret, denial and guilt. Recalling an incident when she was 13, Mary Steenburgen can still "feel my face burn with shame at my own snobbery." After Leonard Nimoy ignored a publisher's warning, fans wrongly interpreted the title of his memoir, I Am Not Spock,to mean he was "rejecting the character and all things connected with Star Trek." Walter Cronkite's "biggest mistake" was retiring too soon. The standout piece is by Pete Hamill, who compresses his entire life into five pages as he reflects on the aftermath of his decision to drop out of high school. (Grodin will donate his royalties to HELP USA, which serves the homeless.) (Nov. 1)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446501330
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 11/1/2007
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 784,732
  • File size: 370 KB

Meet the Author

Charles Grodin

Charles Grodin is a recipient of the William Kuntsler Award for Racial Justice and has been honored by Habitat for Humanity for his humanitarian efforts on behalf of the homeless. He is best known for his starring roles in The Heartbreak Kid, Midnight Run and the Beethoven movies, among dozens of others. He has written six books including the bestseller It Would Be So Nice If You Weren't Here. Charles Grodin was a commentator for 60 Minutes II and is currently a commentator for CBS News. He also writes a weekly op-ed column for the New York Daily News website.

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If I Only Knew Then ... Learning from Our Mistakes


By Charles Grodin

Springboard Press

Copyright © 2007 Charles Grodin
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-446-58115-8


Preface

I'm sure more than one person has said, "If you don't get wiser as you get older, then you just get older."

It's always been evident that it's important to learn from our mistakes, since it's inevitable we'll all make some. I've never understood people who look back on their lives and say, "I wouldn't change a thing." I would, a lot-personally and professionally. I've always changed things based on past experiences, and as a result, as years go by, I'm happier-not as happy as I hope to be someday, but happier.

There are some fascinating stories on the following pages. Some, frankly, I found heartbreaking. Some made me smile, and some made me laugh, but I found all of them compelling. There are also some points of view and conclusions neither you nor I may share.

The idea for this book came from an understanding of how important it is to identify our mistakes, learn from them, and not repeat them. Of course, there can be serious consequences in not learning from our mistakes. Most of us have seen too many people who not only don't learn from their mistakes but are unable to acknowledge they've even made any. It seems they feel that to do so is an admission of weakness instead of strength.

Also, when we've made mistakes in the past, we were unaware of making them, so I have no doubt for most of us that's happening right now, possibly every day. Many people don't give this concept much consideration. If I Only Knew Then ... is an effort to get them to reconsider their lack of consideration. -Charles Grodin

CHARLES GRODIN CBS News Commentator

There's a story I like about a boy who was ten years old and had never spoken. His parents just assumed he was unable to. Then one day at dinner, he tasted the spinach and said, "I don't like this." His parents were stunned.

"Bobby," they said, "you can speak! How come in all these years you've never said anything?" The boy said, "Up until now, everything's been okay."

For me everything seemed okay until I was around fourteen.

If you measure mistakes by the length of time they cause you trouble, then my biggest mistake began then, since to this day I still pay a price for it.

It started innocuously enough. When I entered high school my dad wanted me to help out in his store, where he sold supplies to cleaners, tailors, and dressmakers-things like material, linings, zippers, buttons, and hangers.

He called it the Grodin Company. A "friend" of mine in grammar school used to needle me about my dad's company's name since Dad essentially was the company. From time to time over the years he would have someone working for him, but mostly he worked alone, with the exception of my brother Jack, who was six years older than I was. Jack always helped out in the store whenever asked.

When my time came along at fourteen, I also was willing to help-but only to a degree, and that was the heart of the conflict.

I had started kindergarten at four and Hebrew school at eight, so for as long as I could remember I was in school during the day and spent a few days after school each week in religious training.

When I got into high school I had some other ideas for my after-school time, like athletics and dramatics. I joined the masque and wig club in high school, but I wasn't really available to be in a school play because my dad wanted me to work in his store.

It seemed however much I showed up to help, my dad felt it was not enough. He'd had to drop out of school at thirteen to help support his family. You were allowed to do that in those days, so my dad's idea of work was you get up very early in the morning and you work about a twelve-hour day. That's what he did seven days a week his whole life. Maybe he came home earlier on Sunday sometimes, but he worked seven days a week. Not only that, but he did it even though he was always sick.

He developed a rheumatic heart as a boy and was never in good health. The only time he wasn't at work was when he had what seemed to be regular stays in the hospital.

Often he would come home from work and go right to bed so he'd be able to get up and go to work the next day. I have a vivid memory of him sitting at the dinner table, his head leaning on his left hand, exhausted.

I never fully factored in my dad's health in the amount of time I put in at the store. I was so used to seeing him ill that I got used to it. I'd never seen him any other way.

I never realized how serious his condition was. Also, while we weren't rich, I never felt the pressure of not having enough money, and I thought my dad could easily afford to hire a kid who could do what I would do for fifty cents an hour, which he often did.

Still, Dad felt it should be me there more often and not some other kid.

This conflict had a couple of noticeable results. I was just about never given the family car to drive after I got my license at sixteen, and my dad eventually wanted me to put all requests for anything in writing, which I did. He would respond in writing as well, even though we lived together in a small six-room house!

He just didn't want the stress of having to deal with me in person in any situation where we had differences. In spite of all of this, though, there was never any doubt that my dad and I loved each other very much.

Later, when I was older and working at the store, more than one customer would say, "Oh, you're the one who wants to be an actor. Your dad is always talking about you." In spite of our differences, I got the feeling my dad was proud of me.

My mom later told me that Dad was shocked and so happy that it was his wayward son who as valedictorian gave the commencement speech at his high school graduation.

I remember one time when I was about ten, before all our trouble started, Dad standing at a railroad station, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek before he and my mom left for a rare vacation.

Then one day my dad suddenly died.

He was in the hospital, which, again, wasn't unusual, and I was alone in the store when I got a call from my mother to come to the hospital right away, as my dad wasn't expected to live through the day.

Astonishingly, the thought of my dad dying had never even occurred to me. I was in complete shock as I raced to the hospital. I had the car that day.

When I got to his room, he was in the then familiar oxygen tent-in those days what looked like a plastic tent was put over the patient. He was weak but conscious, and I just stood there as we looked at each other. I didn't speak, and he couldn't.

I went home and completely fell apart. Soon, I got the call. He died at five minutes to five on June 26, 1953. He was fifty-two and I was eighteen. I have never really recovered.

While I've been able to have a relatively happy life, my dad's sudden passing has haunted me. I've replayed the events and wondered how much I contributed to his early death.

If I had been more cooperative, would he have lived a long life? No. Might he have lived longer? Yes. Was I wrong not to have helped more? Yes.

I always tried to make my case to myself by saying I wanted to finally have my free time after school and my dad could afford to hire another kid to help.

That's all true, except for one thing. I never really considered the emotional price he was paying for my willfulness, and if I had it to do over I would have been there at the store with him as much as he wanted. If I had it to do over, which, of course, sadly, I don't.

WHAT I LEARNED

If you have a conflict with someone you love, really consider how he or she feels as much as you can, even if you don't agree.

You need to, first and foremost, do what you believe is right, but sometimes giving a lot of thought to what a loved one feels will significantly affect what you believe is right.

Sometimes getting your way really isn't worth it.

CAROL BURNETT Actress, Author

"Cary Grant?"

Harvey grinned and nodded.

"CARY Grant?"

More grinning and more nodding from Harvey.

"The Cary Grant?"

Harvey's head was bobbing up and down so hard, I thought it would fly off and go bouncing all around the rehearsal hall.

"How? When?"

We were gathered around the big table for our regular Monday-morning reading of that week's show. Vicki, Tim, Lyle, the guests (I don't remember who), our director, Dave Powers, and I were all glued to Harvey's story about the weekend party he had attended in Beverly Hills.

"Okay: It was Saturday night, and he was there! Naturally, he was gorgeous, charming, funny, and get this ... interested in me! He never misses watching our show. In fact, he asked the hostess if she'd mind if he disappeared for an hour when ten o'clock rolled around because we were on that night and he doesn't like to miss our show."

I tried catching my breath. "Omigod-you mean Cary Grant actually knows who we are?"

"He went on and on about how much he loves the show and how much we make him laugh."

All of us were silent for a bit.

Wow. Cary Grant ... a fan. The idea was overwhelming. I remembered his movies, and my grandmother, Nanny, saying, "He's the second most beautiful thing in the world next to Hedy Lamarr." I thought he was beautiful too, but I also thought he was funny. He could do great "takes" and body-pounding pratfalls (in his earlier movies) ... an athlete, and a hilarious one. Charm, of course, oozed out of his pores. And now, by golly, he knew of my existence. Ain't show biz grand?

A few weeks later my husband, Joe, and I were invited to a cocktail party at Peggy Lee's house. She had been a guest on our show a few times and we'd grown pretty friendly. Joe and I were the first ones to show up. My fault-I never could stand being late to anything. Our coats were hung up in the hall closet, and I began making friends with the caterer. It wasn't long before Peggy appeared, looking beautiful in an elegant hostess gown. In a few minutes the doorbell started ringing in earnest, and it wasn't long before the place was wall-to-wall with celebrities. I always mentally pinched myself over how lucky I was to actually know all these talented folks! The party was in full swing-Alan King keeping everyone in stitches, hors d'oeuvres being cleaned off the trays before they made it clear around the room, Frank Sinatra's "Come Fly with Me" swinging through the speakers. And then, suddenly the whole party quieted down and all heads were turned to the front door. I looked.

Cary Grant.

Peggy ran to greet him. Taking his elbow, she led him into the room, and people began to make a path so they wouldn't have to wiggle in and around the guests. She was introducing him to those who had never had the honor. Even the biggest stars all but genuflected. He was very much at ease, laughing and shaking hands, and as they got nearer I bolted for the coat closet. Joe was at my heels: "What're you doing? Don't you want to meet Cary Grant?"

"No."

My coat ... my coat. Here it was ... Please, God, get me outta here.

"Are you nuts? All you've been talking about is Harvey's story, and here he is! Here's your chance!"

I had my coat on. "Let's go."

"Will you please tell me what the hell's the matter with you?"

Poor Joe. He just didn't get it. "Poor Joe, you just don't get it." I had to explain: "Look, he likes me! He makes it a point to watch our show every single week! You think I want to spoil that?"

"Why would you spoil it?" I had always thought Joe was smarter than that.

"Because I wouldn't know what to say, or how to act, and I would make a fool of myself, and he wouldn't like me anymore! Okay? Let's go home!"

We hadn't yet reached the door when I felt the tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there they were: Peggy and Cary.

Peggy said, "Carol, where're you goin'? You can't leave yet-Cary's dying to meet you!"

Oh, gee. I looked up into his face ... that face ... and I forced a lame smile. He took my hand and his mouth started moving. Trouble was, I couldn't hear him! My heartbeat was so loud, I thought my ears were going to implode. Watching his lips move, I just knew what he was saying had to be the most charming sentences anyone had ever uttered, but I couldn't hear.

He kept on and on ... holding my hand ... sometimes even squeezing it a little. I thought he'd never stop. Oh, but then he did ... his mouth had stopped moving. Oh, God, it's my turn now. He's waiting for me to say something ... anything.

Then it came out in a rush. "You're a credit to your profession."

Why didn't the floor open up? Why didn't someone distract him before I opened my mouth? Why didn't we make it to the door in time? Why did we go to the party in the first place? Why was I born?

On the way home in the car, Joe looked at me and said, "You were right."

WHAT I LEARNED

Trust your instincts.

(Continues...)



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