The Passion Lives

by Jeffrey G. Harper, May 28, 2002

Have you ever had a true passion for a concept?  What if you couldn’t figure out how to bring that concept to reality?  What if that passion had been with you for your whole life?

That’s the quandary I face every day.  The answer is out there, somewhere.  Now, all I have to do is find it.

Perhaps it would help if I described my passion.  The concept is simple, really.  I yearn to entertain.  To make people smile.  Or laugh.  Or think.  I wish to amuse and inspire.  I wish to make the world a bit happier a place.

This passion within me is far from new.  It showed itself before I was even old enough to understand it.  At age three, my parents took me to a magical place.  Immediately, I recognized that place as a symbol of joy.  People were smiling, laughing, having fun.  That place was an amusement park named Cedar Point.  Even at age three, I knew I wanted to be a part of spreading such joy.  During that first visit, I told my parents, “Someday, I’m going to work here.”  The concept was born.

As I grew, I felt I knew my calling.  I wanted to be an amusement park designer.  I wanted to create the fun.  I sketched ride concepts.  The artwork was crude, but the designs were sound.  Later, I found that others had the same ideas.  The difference, however, is that they had the means to bring the concepts to life.  Meanwhile, I was still in high school.

The time came for college.  The passion remained.  Now was the time to provide it with a direction.  What would that direction be?

Perhaps I could have been an actor.  There was just one minor detail.  I was terrified of the stage.

How about a singer?  It wasn’t a likely option.  I can’t sing.  I can’t even carry a tune.  I can’t even carry a radio.

What about a musician?  Oh, I adored playing the trumpet, and I still do.  Yet, I knew my musical ability was, at best, mediocre.

Athletes can also entertain.  I played in all sorts of sports.  Too bad I didn’t have a talent for any of them.  To this day, I jokingly refer to myself as the World’s Worst Athlete.  No doubt, that’s why I’m always recovering from some injury.

There really wasn’t much doubt.  I knew where my talents were.  Analytical thinking was clearly my strength.  As a result, there seemed but one choice – engineering.  I reasoned that, as an engineer, I could design the attractions that would bring pleasure to the world.

I entered college with a firm focus.  I was going to design the future of fun.  Along the way, I grasped a taste of my passion.  The prophecy of a three year old came true.  For four summers, I worked at Cedar Point.  It was my job to distribute the fun.

Those summers were wonderful.  In a small way, I was living my passion.  Had those summers happened while in high school, I may have taken a far different career direction.  I was placed on a microphone.  I was alone, in front of thousands of people.  In that setting, I quickly overcame my fear of the stage, and actually grew to adore being in front of a crowd.  Had I known earlier, perhaps I would have seriously investigated a career in acting.  However, by this time, I was well on my way to an engineering degree.  I still believed I could be a designer of rides.

Graduation approached.  I contacted over four hundred firms related to entertainment engineering.  I didn’t receive even as much as a nibble from any of them.  I was disappointed, but not concerned.  I figured, in time, I would get into just the right firm.  I went to work in the auto industry, waiting for my chance.  Many years and hundreds of résumés later, I started to seek alternatives.

I designed a personal site on the World Wide Web.  Over the years, several thousand people have enjoyed that site, but the impact was not as great as I desired.  On a whim, totally out of the blue, I wrote a poem.  I posted it on the Internet.  Quite a few people responded to that poem, telling me that they were moved by my words.  Those responses encouraged me to create some more verse.

However, I quickly began to feel a bit limited.  Poetry was a great way to share my emotions, but I wished to allow other creative juices to flow.  I attempted a short story.  “The Old Russian” wasn’t a great story, but, like the poetry, it received some positive responses.  So, I tried another story.  And I wrote more poems.  And my website grew.

This path showed signs of promise, but, to date, my passion remains unfulfilled.  I believe I have brought smiles to the faces of thousands, if but for a moment.  Yet, my passion is to entertain millions.

While waiting to find my way, I keep my dreams alive through a variety of methods.  I continue to write stories and poems.  I joke around with my friends and coworkers.  I visit the amusement parks, the symbols of my passion, and ride attractions similar to those that I wish to someday design.

Meanwhile, I continue to search for an answer; one which will bring my passion from concept to reality.  Perhaps it shall be through writing.  Maybe I’ll find a way to act.  Even a chance as a comedian might be in the future.  Or, perhaps, my initial dream of designing amusement rides will finally spring to life.  There is but one thing I know for certain.  As long as there is breath in my body, I shall pursue my passion to entertain.