I wouldn't be where I am today without Larry King. I'll never forget the first time I met Larry. I was in New York to tape a television commercial for my first book, "Swim With the Sharks Without Being Eaten Alive." I was a total unknown, a first-time author.
There, on the set, in living color, was Larry King, holding up his latest book and taping his own commercial.
We were introduced briefly when he finished. Then it was my turn on set. Ten minutes later, the director said we were done, and I headed for the elevator, where I saw Larry waiting. We made a little small talk on the way down. His stretch limo was curbside. I started to hail a cab.
He motioned to me and said: "Which way are you headed, kid?" and offered me a ride to my hotel.
I had five minutes to make an impression. Half the people might talk about themselves. The other half might mention how much they love Larry. However, my father taught me an important networking rule — What can I do for the other person? How can I add value to his or her life?
I didn't know Larry's background. I didn't know a single characteristic, interest or goal that he and I had in common. Except the reason we had both gone to the studio.
I said: "Mr. King, I hope I'm not overreaching here, but I assume you, like I, showed up at that studio because we'd both like to sell a ton of books."
Larry said, "That's why I write 'em, kid."