A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Future: Twists and Turns and Lessons Learned

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Future: Twists and Turns and Lessons Learned

by Michael J. Fox


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ISBN-13: 9781401323868
Publisher: Hachette Books
Publication date: 04/13/2010
Pages: 112
Sales rank: 199,320
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.00(h) x 0.60(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Michael J. Fox began his career as the lovable Alex P. Keaton, the star of the poular sitcom Family Ties. Since then, his career has been a nonstop success story, with blockbuster movies like Back to the Future, The Secret of My Success, Doc Hollywood, and the lead voice in Disney's Atlantis: The Lost Empire. He retired from his award-winning role on Spin City. Michael has won numerous awards, including four Golden Globes, four Emmys, two Screen Actors Guild awards, GQ Man of the Year, and the People's Choice award. He is the author of two books, Lucky Man and Always Looking Up. He actively lobbies for stem cell research around the country and is very visible in raising money for Parkinsons research with the Michael J. Fox Foundation.

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Twists and Turns and Lessons Learned
By Michael J. Fox


Copyright © 2010 Michael J. Fox
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4013-2386-8

Chapter One

Two Schools

"I've never let my schooling interfere with my education." Mark Twain

MY PHOTO APPEARED ON THE MAY 23, 2008. FRONT PAGE of my hometown paper, the Vancouver Sun, but the headline identified me as "Dr. Michael J. Fox." As neither I nor my brother, Steve, had ever given our mother any reason to expect that she'd someday utter the words "my son the doctor," she was immensely proud that the University of British Columbia had pronounced her baby boy a "Doctor of Laws."

Would it be crass to mention that I also have a doctorate of Fine Arts from NYU, as well as a doctorate of Humane Letters from Manhattan's Mt. Sinai School of Medicine? They're honorary, of course, which puts me on equal academic footing with the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz.

On that early summer afternoon in Vancouver, Canada, resplendent in my royal blue and crimson ceremonial muumuu and deftly balancing the mortarboard yarmulke atop my bobbling head, I was given the opportunity to address assembled graduates and faculty, families and friends. Just as I had done on previous occasions, when similarly honored, I opened with a question: "What the hell were you people thinking? You are aware," I continued, "that I'm a high school dropout?"

Now that you have picked up this weighty tome from your local bookseller, I put the same question to you: What the hell were you thinking? Or, in the likelihood that someone else bought it for you as a graduation gift. you might want to ask them what the hell they were thinking. Not that I don't have some bona fides: I did receive my GED (General Equivalency Degree). I finally put in the effort to achieve this goal at the urging of my son. He was four at the time. I'd sit at the dining room table, Sam perched on my lap playing with a plastic dinosaur, while a math tutor schooled me in the finer points of the Pythagorean theorem. And so, at the tender age of thirty-two, with my son registered to begin kindergarten the next fall, I applied to lake the test that would make me, for all intents and purposes, a high school graduate.

But that was 1994, approximately fifteen years after I left high school in the eleventh grade. In the intervening decade-and-a-half, I had been alternately fortunate and unfortunate enough to receive an amazingly comprehensive education, albeit unstructured, and often unbidden. Life 101.

Some lessons, of course, are more appropriate to a certain age or stage of development. For example, my latter teenage years into my early twenties was a time when I was just smart enough to get myself into situations I was still too stupid to get out of. Later, as evidenced by Sam's insistence that I finish what I started, I found out there is wisdom that can only come from being old enough to know how much there is to learn from children. And in the time since that milestone, I have remained a humble and grateful student of, if not the School of Hard Knocks, then at least the University of the Universal. I didn't pick my courses: they picked me. And just as there was no formal matriculation, neither was there any graduation. There were, of course, plenty of tests.

Just to reassure you, I'm not one of those swaggering jerks who, having achieved success after dropping out of school, promotes the fiction that a higher education is a complete waste of time. All the same, I sometimes employ my lack of academic standing as a subtle goad to those who would make character judgments based solely on one's alma mater or post-graduate degree.

As executive producer of Spin City, I was responsible for hiring and managing an astoundingly bright collection of young comedy writers, many of them graduates from prestigious universities: Dartmouth, Yale, Princeton, and Harvard, to name an ivy-covered few. Inspired by the irony that I was the boss of such a lettered group of individuals, and, honestly, perhaps a little intimidated, I thought I'd have some fun with it. I amassed a collection of T-shirts from some of the finest schools in the country. Among others, I had a burgundy Harvard tee and a Stanford Cardinal jersey. An old Dartmouth baseball shirt was a personal favorite. "Now," I announced to the wunderkinds, assembled for one of our first meetings of season one, "if you see me wearing a shirt from your alma mater, say Yale, for example" (with this I'd sneak a glance at an eager young Eli whose specialty was fart jokes), "then that means it's your day to get me coffee." Okay, so I am capable of a modicum of swaggering jerkitude.

A scant few minutes of Wikipedic surveying will uncover an impressive roster of well-known people, in every arena of public life, who have attained success and recognition without ever having graduated from high school. Those I most relate to are, of course, the actors and entertainers, whose early life experiences were no doubt similar to my own, propelled by a common group of neuroses toward careers in show business. These include such estimable personages as Leonardo DiCaprio, Johnny Depp, Robert De Niro, Chris Rock, Kevin Bacon, John Travolta, Hilary Swank, Jim Carrey, Charlie Sheen, Scan Connery, Al Pacino, and Quentin Tarantino.

But it's not just actors who have achieved success despite bailing on their formal education. Here's a group, sure to be a corkscrew to the gut of any CPA with an MBA, that includes some of the more impressive dropout billionaires: Richard Branson (founder of Virgin Music and Virgin Atlantic Airways): Andrew Carnegie (industrialist); Henry Ford (founder of the Ford Motor Company): John D. Rockefeller (oilman); Philip Emeagwali (supercomputer scientist and one of the pioneers of the Internet); Kirk Kerkorian (investor and casino operator); and Jack Kent Cooke (media mogul and owner of the Washington Redskins).

And my favorite list: geniuses without diplomas, including Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, and Benjamin Franklin.

To be fair, there isn't enough paper in the world to print a Who's Who of Famous Persons Who Actually Finished High School. And an argument can be made, I'm sure, that successful dropouts are even rarer in an increasingly competitive modern job market where degrees, diplomas, and technical knowledge carry more weight than ever. There are plenty of old-timers on these lists, lot sure, but it more than makes the case that one can be smart without necessarily being "book smart." Just as the reverse is true. As Dan Quayle once held, "What a waste it is to lose one's mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is." Dan went to DePauw University and received his law degree from the University of Indiana. Oh, and he put in four years as the second most powerful man on the planet.

Still, there really is no substitute for a solid education to inform a maturing mind. The men and women on these lists may have prospered, not through avoidance of a classic education, but by finding a way, if not to replicate it, then to approximate it. Whether you go to school or set out on your own, certain lessons are unavoidable. Speaking from personal experience, it might be less painful to learn them in the classroom.

Chapter Two

When Am I Ever Gonna Use This Stuff?

AS FOR MY OWN TRUNCATED SECONDARY EDUCATION, my head was in the clouds as my mom would say, or if you asked my father, up my ass.

In the outright creative subjects (drama, music, creative writing, other art electives, drawing, painting, and printmaking) I'd bring home A's. But any subject based on fixed rules, like math or chemistry or physics, sent my grades into free fall; the gold stars and smiley faces from grade school were long gone.

At report card time, I'd try to explain to my exasperated mother: "These are absolutes, Mom. They're boring. Take math, two plus two equals four. I mean, that's already on the books, right? Somebody's already nailed that down. What do they need me for? If someone's got a handle on how to get it to add up to five, count me in." Mom would sigh and hurry to sign the report card before Dad got home.

When red flags began to pop up on the school front, blue veins would pop up on Dad's forehead. A barely passing grade, or a call from school about a trip to the principal's office, prompted a harsh reprimand from Dad, followed by a probative grilling as to what the hell I was thinking and demands that I get my "ducks in a row forthwith." I wasn't failing out of rebellion though; I wasn't angry at my parents, or anybody else. Yet throughout junior high, my academic grades continued to plummet. The reprisals from Dad, once automatic, tapered off as he accepted their futility. He'd curl his lip, throw up his hands, and stalk off-that is, if I didn't slink off first.

By the time I entered high school, I had forsaken academics altogether in favor of my burgeoning acting career. An aptitude had become a passion and flowered into a dream. During much of the fall of 1978, I was going to school by day and performing at night in a long-running hit play at the Vancouver Arts Club, the big Equity theater company in town. I'd work at the theater until well after midnight every night, climb out of bed in the morning, go through the I'm-off-to-class motions, scramble into my pickup truck, proceed to the nearest park, pull under the cool shade of a maple tree, fish a foam pad out of the cab, slap it down in the bed of the truck, and go back to sleep.

My first class in the morning was drama, and I found myself in the strange position of receiving solid reviews for my professional acting at the same time I was flunking high school drama for too many absences. I pointed this irony out to my drama teacher, angling for credit for work experience. No soap. Truth is, her hands were tied by administrative policy.

Over time, it became clear that I was flunking just about every class I had. I gave notice that I would not be returning for classes in the spring. I made the rounds at school, cleaned out my locker, and said good-bye to friends and those teachers with whom I was still on speaking terms. Doubt about the wisdom of my decision was nearly unanimous. I remember one exchange, in particular, with a social studies teacher. "You're making a big mistake, Fox," he warned. "You're not going to be cute forever." I thought about this for a beat, shot him a smile, and replied, "Maybe just long enough, sir. Maybe just long enough."

My dad agreed to drive me down to Los Angeles to find an agent and begin to build a career. You might have expected him to protest, but having only stayed in school through eighth grade himself, he reasoned that although I was a screw-up in school. I was already making a decent wage as an actor. Of the move, to California, he said, "Hey, if you're going to be a lumberjack, you'd better go to the forest."

Whoa, you the high school or college grad might be thinking right now. That's a helluva lot different from my experience. I don't know ... is it? As I reflect on it now, it seems fairly representative of the rite of passage that millions of seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds go through every year. My leaving home was analogous to the experience of any fledgling college student. I gave myself four years to achieve my goal of becoming a steadily working actor, and what's more, l had a leg up on many of my peers heading off to State U. in that I already had my major, recognizing of course that it was not one offered by my erstwhile high school.

So my dad drove me to L.A. just like your parents likely drove you to Kenyon or Ball State, or whichever school of your choosing chose to have you. And the next four years provided as intense an undergraduate experience as one would expect from any college career, replete with parties and heavy workloads, not enough spare time, too much spare time, parties, deadlines, successes, failures, parties, heartaches, girlfriends, parties, ex-girlfriends, future girlfriends, parties, and a graduation of sorts. Was I nervous at first? Were you? Me neither, not really. I was pumped. I knew this was the next step for me, although one of the reasons it might have been so easy to make up my mind was that my brain, like the brain of any eighteen-year-old, was still under construction (trust me, I know from brains).

Teenagers blithely skip off to uncertain futures, while their parents sit weeping curtside in the Volvo, because the adolescent brain isn't yet formed enough to recognize and evaluate risk. That's why we can talk young men and women into fighting wars, and MTV and ESPN 2 are crowded with tattooed mohawk-wearers leaping buses on skateboards. The prefrontal cortex, sometimes known as the seat of reason, is the part of the brain that we use to make decisions. It's our bulwark against banzai behavior. A teenager's prefrontal cortex is still growing, still connecting up with other parts of the brain. It's the amydala, home base for gut reactions and raw emotion, that's going full blast at this point. Not a lot of reasoned thinking going on there.

With so many immediate considerations to deal with, I don't know if my parents had time to ponder the broader implications of the odyssey I was embarking upon. As removed as they were from the world of showbiz, they might not have been informed enough to have specific fears, but they were still visited by worries that I could very well be sucked into a whirling vortex of depravity, exposed to a nonstop bacchanalia-a moveable feast of drunkenness, disorderly conduct, and brazen sexuality.

Sure, all that happened, but the party, it turned out. wasn't in Hollywood, but Westwood, the campus of UCLA. While I had no connection to the academic life at the university, I had become friends with three transfer students from the University of Maine, for brothers who were living off campus while waiting for space to open up at the fraternity house. Temporarily occupying the apartment next to mine, the Maine-iacs (as I referred to them) were dealing with Orono-to-L.A. culture shock every bit as jarring for them as my own Canada-to-California adjustment. It was easy to recognize aspects of my own experience in theirs. Young, tar from home, hoping to measure up to some still underfined standard, they studied their textbooks in pursuit of better grades, just as I pored over scripts in pursuit of better jobs.

Although we went our separate ways during work and school hours, my friends provided me with an entree into what were easily the best parts of life on campus-free beer and college girls. I remember thinking at the time that our situations were similar, but I allowed myself extra points for the pressure that came with trying to find the next job. "You've got it easy." I'd tell them. "Your parents bought you four more years of high school."


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Table of Contents


Finally ... the Beginning....................1
Two Schools....................7
When Am I Ever Gonna Use This Stuff?....................15
Comparative Literature....................37
Political Science....................51
Pay Attention Kick. You Might Learn Something....................63
Victims of Pomp and Circumstance....................79
The Beginning ... Finally....................97

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Feelings regarding the diagnosis of PD, along with struggles, medications, and prospects for the future are articulated in a user friendly-vocabulary. As a PD patient, I find it difficult to express what is happening both mentally and physically to me. This book (as the short version of Lucky Man) is an excellent expression of the mental and physical conflict this disease brings. It is a "must read" for anyone who has a family member or has contact with a PD patient.
edofarrell More than 1 year ago
Here is a fellow with every right to lapse into self-pity and the poor-me's. Struck down in the prime of his very successful life by a pitiless disease that robs a person of their mind and dignity in a slow and agonizing death. Fox reminds me of Stephen Hawking. Just too big a human being to let a little thing like mortality keep him down. I very much enjoyed this book. Fox offers us insight into his character and the things that matter most to him and he offers some simple advice and observations on life and relationships. Fox has a sharp wit and a lively self-deprecating style. One would think his success was an accident rather than the result of hard work and genuine talent. I'd recommend buying this book for the teenagers in one's life as well. It is short, sharp and has some excellent suggestions on solving life's problems without being preachy or maudline. I think the lessons of the book would sink home.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Where we're going we dont need roads.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I admire Michael J. Fox for his resilience in the face of his disease, and He's an inspiration. But this book was neither very funny nor inspirational.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read both of Michael J. Fox's other books - "Lucky Man: A Memoir" and "Always Looking Up: The Adventures of an Incurable Optimist" - and really like that his voice rings through the text. The same is true of this latest work. I bought 2 copies of this to use as high school graduation gifts because I thought it was helpful for grads bound for college to understand that life lessons are as valuable as classroom lessons. The book description is extremely accurate: Michael J. Fox abandoned high school to pursue an acting career, but went on to receive honorary degrees from several universities and garner the highest accolades for his acting, as well as for his writing. In his new book, he inspires and motivates graduates to recognize opportunities, maximize their abilities, and roll with the punches--all with his trademark optimism, warmth, and humor. In A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Future, Michael draws on his own life experiences to make a case that real learning happens when "life goes skidding sideways." He writes of coming to Los Angeles from Canada at age eighteen and attempting to make his way as an actor. Fox offers up a comically skewed take on how, in his own way, he fulfilled the requirements of a college syllabus. He learned Economics as a starving artist; an unexpected turn as a neophyte activist schooled him in Political Science; and his approach to Comparative Literature involved stacking books up against their movie versions.
Corina-Corina More than 1 year ago
This is an excellent book. I noticed it on the table in the store with gift ideas for graduation. As it would be a good book for a graduate to read after accomplishing something like graduating college or a grad program, it really speaks from the heart, to the heart. Sometimes we are going along in life like we are supposed to be doing and something blind-sides us. Like MJF's disease, its unexpected and unfair, and yet when it hits you lying down and taking it isn't an option. This light-hearted look into a tragedy has the way to show you, the reader that it isn't over, until you say it is. I was inspired, and still pick it up from time to time to go through its pages. It is a definite easy, inspiring read and one that will stay in my bookshelf.
TheWiseguy More than 1 year ago
I purchased this book after I saw him appear on The Colbert Report to plug it. I am very glad I did. Micheal J Fox is an inspiration even when he tries to be humble. This book will help even the most staunch pessimist see the upside to things. This is not a self help book, nor is it an autobiography. It is simply a well written collection of observations of everyday life. Highly recommended and a great read.
MRSGOODY More than 1 year ago
This book is truly inspirational for anyone, not just graduates. It really will inspire one to be the best that they can be. The book also shows Michael J. Fox's ability to really handle his medical situation and not be bitter about it at all. This book is very fast reading. When you're done with it, pay it forward to someone who could use a lift.
Imabeliever More than 1 year ago
As is so true for Michael J. Fox, his book is so down to earth, and funny yet sensitive. I think he is a person to be admired and his book is a good read for anyone.
lareinak on LibraryThing 10 months ago
This was the first Fox book I read and I was honestly disappointed. I was hoping for more antidotes about his past that would be good advice for a graduate. The layout of the book in school subjects seemed forced in areas. Some of the stories did not seem to relate that well to the point he was making in the chapter leaving me to feel I did not learn anything from it.
readerbynight on LibraryThing 10 months ago
This is Michael's third book, and is more geared to a quick read, recommended as a gift book for a high school graduate. An honest look at the early years of Michael J. Fox right up to and including his fight with Parkinson's Disease. Knowing one of the crew, I have followed Michael's career since he was working on his first TV series in Vancouver, BC, and I believe that he is totally honest as he writes this book. A small book with a lot of content, I liked his relaxed and personal style of writing. As a high school dropout, some readers may feel that he is condoning this action. What he has to say is that you have to be open to learn from life, however and whenever it is served, e.g. learning physics from hockey. School has given you a start, but there is much more to be learned if you are open to what life has to teach you. This book will give the reader some insight into his remarkable ability to face adversity head on, to roll with the punches, retain his sense of humor, and remain true to himself. Michael has worded it well in this quote: There's a rule in acting called, "Don't play the result." If you have a character who's going to end up in a certain place, don't play that until you get there. Play each scene and each beat as it comes. And that's what you do in life: You don't play the result. Michael J. Fox (1961 - ), Good Housekeeping, June 2011A very quick read, but is worth reading a second time to "get it".
Boundlessbookreviews More than 1 year ago
I bought this after listening to Always Looking up, by Michael J Fox. I recommend listening to this one first, I didn’t. This is a great book and I absolutely love Michael J Fox; however, Always looking Up included a lot of the same stories with more detail. This is a short read/listen; my husband and I listened to it on a short drive through the country a few counties over so it was the perfect length. Overall, I like the book and rate it with 4 Boundless Stars....Beth 
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