“The 7 Live”: Planning and Preparation

“The 7 Live” debuts today at 2pm ET on glennbeck.com/the7, and Glenn and the staff still have no idea what is going to happen on the show.

In promoting the show, Glenn explained that they were going to take people who wanted to change their lives using the seven wonders and broadcast their efforts live on the web. Glenn emphasized that this was going to be real reality television, not MTV reality television (note: anyone looking for alcoholics, fake tans, hair gel, or child pornography might not be interested). Nevertheless, Glenn promised that the show would deliver the unexpected.

“It’s either going to have people that are staring at each other for an hour or however long it lasts, or it’s going to be just a total meltdown,” he promised.

Well, it’s no surprise that Glenn doesn’t know what’s going on with the show’s content, but maybe some of the staff could shed some light on the show. I tracked them down as they were rushing to find a place to film the program.

A clearly frantic and overworked Eric Pearce said, “We don’t know what to expect. You have to tune in.”

Pearce refused to answer any additional questions as he ran out of the studio hallway in search of coffee and hope. He was last seen hiding from Glenn who wanted to make some last minute changes.

Thankfully, Dominic “Dom” Salvatore – who was NOT one of the individuals brought in during yesterday’s mafia crackdown – was more forthcoming. “We’re going to deliver you a quality product like something you have never seen before. This will be a totally unscripted reality show that will hit the ground running, right from the start, live over the Internet.”

Unfortunately, Salvatore could not give any information regarding the show’s content as nothing has been finalized. It is currently less than an hour before show time.

When I went to interview additional staff members to try and get some idea what would happen at 2pm today, I was

Executive Producer Kevin Balfe quietly anticipates the downfall of his career

abruptly assaulted by an irate Kevin Balfe, Executive Producer for “The 7 Live.”

“No more talking to the press!” Balfe shouted at the cowering staff. He clearly had not slept in days and was on the verge of insanity.

Could Balfe be the first patient on the show? Clearly he’s in need of help.

As of press time, Dr. Keith Ablow could not be reached for comment.

  • Anonymous

    Dear Glenn,
    While I finished  my grocery shopping, I don’t know why I noticed your book on the shelf. I picked it up and read the back cover. When I read the part about you loosing your mother to suicide I felt an instant connection to you since I lost my mother to suicide at the age of seven. This was back in the middle sixties. My sister, brother and I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of a gun.

    Suitcases packed each weekend was our life for quite some time. In fact those weekends were the most normal part of our lives in the years that followed. My sister and I during the week lived with our aunt and uncle and my brother and my father lived with his parents.  On weekends we all stayed with our mother’s parents.

    My brother understood what this meant and my sister did too but I being the youngest was clueless to what really happened to my mother. It took me several years to realize my mother was dead. We had no counseling to help us with such an instant loss. No one discussed what had happened to my mother to me. I was living in a state of shock for several years and by this time I already had an instant new family. My father dated a married woman and when she came into our lives along with her son it was rather sudden.

    My way of coping with my mother not being with me anymore was to space out and place myself somewhere else. My saving grace was my mother’s parents who lived near the cemetery where my mother was placed to rest. I was often given flowers to take to my mother and when I arrived by myself at her spot I’d automatically talk to God and to my mother. Some how I knew god was there– that is where he found me. I realized over the years that he was the one father I could count on.

    When the weather was nice and things got really stormy at home I often walked into the woods to a small creek and sat talking to God. Then when I told God everything that was going on I’d sit sitlently listening to the water. I was about ten or eleven years old then. The sound of the water and being alone with God was my only refuge.

    I was blessed with a really great sister who was my best friend, and a mother to me. We are only two years apart in age yet she seemed so much older than me. We shared a room for 16 years. Without her constant love and support I don’t think I’d be the person I am today. I was blessed to have my mother’s parents. They never waivered in their love for us.
    They exemplified true grace because in all the years I knew then they never spoke one negative word about my father even though they could have.   

    For years all I ever wanted was for my father to share memories about my mother. Instead he erased her from our lives. My mother no longer existed and she was never mentioned again. My father got rid of all my our mother’s personal items. I didn’t even have a picture of her to treasure.

    By the time I was thirteen I witnessed and listened to many weekend fights between my father and my step-mother. This always occured after they had been out to the local gun club which of course served alcohol. I and my siblings lived in fear not knowing what to expect each time my father’s rage went into high gear.

    Over the years till I left home, I witnessed many violent acts of rage–my father hitting my step-moth. Everyone around him wanted to crawl into a hole and lay low. When my father wasn’t drinking he was still very dfficult to be around because every move we made was under scrutiny.   

    Any time I tried to ask my father about my mother he instantly got angry with me. It was my desire one day as an adult to find friends of my mother and learn about the mom I lost.

    Even when I lived out on my own and got married there was a part of me that still felt that cloak of control I grew up with. It took me years to have the courage to finally ask my mother’s parents to tell me what my mother was like as a person. It was wonderful to finally hear my grandmother share stories with me. I felt an even closer connection to her for having asked her about my dear mother. I asked her why she never talked about my mother and she shared with me that she didn’t want to upset us anymore than we were already had been. I shared with my grandmother what I lived through and after having my first child it triggered buried memories of my father hitting my mother. I didn’t have to question why she took her life. My grandmother appreciated that I was sharing this very sensitive information with her. She knew something was wrong but my mother never said anything to her. I told her we lived in fear everyday. I believe our mother did too.  

    Most of my life when I thought about my mother I felt sorrow not anger because my mother was a very sweet person. I knew that from the few memories I had of her.  I grieved for my mother slowly for many many years privately. I was too afraid to show any emotions around my father. 
    I tried to connect with my father over the years. When he was diagnosed with bone cancer I had a glimmer of hope that maybe I’d get to know the man behind the cloak. In all honesty I didn’t get to far but I did get some insight. To the very end he hid from me who he really was. But since he never talked about his childhood I have a feeling this is where the problem lies. I don’t know what first led him to drinking. He did share with me that he felt it would get rid of his problems but he never shared with me what they were. My father died at the age of 62. On the day of his funeral I felt an emense release. Over the years it felt more like I was dealing with a distant relative than my father. Did I love my dad? Yes because he was a part of the reason I am here. He taught me the lessons he never got. My children are my heart and soul and I’d give my life for them. I don’t drink because of what I saw alcohol can do. I love God and I am constantly learning more about grace and forgiveness everyday. I cherish my sister and brother for we are survivors and we still have each other. If the phone rings and it’s one of my adult kids I can walk away from whatever I’m doing to listen to them. I don’t like seeing people hurt. I like to help women who are starting over from a bad marriage. I learned love is the one universal healer. If you learn to nurture and love yourself you can share your light with others and it’s amazing.   

    In reading your book Glenn I can identify with you about finding my true self. In the past 7 years or so I  have finally had my dream come true. Through the help of a very dear woman who actually babysat me before I was of age to start grade school–she helped me find contacts with some of the women who had worked with my mother. Eventually I met with some of my mother’s best friends. It was such a gift to hear them talk about the mother that was erased from my life for so years.

    I created a memory book about my mother and wrote down all the stories about her. I was given several treasures, a typed writing my mother created in 5th grade, some pictures, and mometos from her 8th grade graduation. I gained a very special friend of my mother’s that to this day stays in contact with me. She shares stories with me as she recalls something new.
    I understand abusive relationships can destroy a person’s soul. It saddens me to think about the burden my mother carried in her heart each day. In her time there were no laws to protect her from domestic violence . There were no shelters or daycares to help her if she decided to leave my father for good.

    The best part of this journey for me was finding my mother again after all these years. It allowed me to come home to myself. It felt like she was with me as I came closer to finding out the wonderful person she was.This is a gift from God.
    Currently I am writing my story called Unearthing my Mother. It’s helping me to cleanse myself of any emotional residue left within me.

    Reading your book made me see how far I have come over the years. Thank you Glenn for sharing your story.

    Peace be with you always!

    Terri Nyce ourclubhouse@comcast.net



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