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Video: ‘Golden Voice’ Ted Williams back in spotlight

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updated 5/14/2012 8:16:55 AM ET 2012-05-14T12:16:55

Ted Williams plunged from a respectable life into a maelstrom of crime, homelessness and degradation because of an addiction to crack cocaine. When he thought he'd reached rock bottom, his fate changed dramatically thanks to a chance encounter that turned into a YouTube clip. In "A Golden Voice," Williams shares his amazing tale of redemption. Here's an excerpt.

Prologue

It’s hard for me to watch the famous minute-long clip on YouTube, the one of me standing on the street corner with my little card-board sign. The world might hear a homeless man with a golden voice saying, “When you’re listening to nothing but the best of oldies, you’re listening to Magic 98.9,” but I see a version of myself I don’t like: crazy hair sticking out in all directions, unshaven, brown rotten teeth, dirty camouflage jacket. I see the desperate eyes of a hustler out of hustles, an addict at the end of two decades of bad decisions with nothing left to do but smile and perform for a guy who rolls down his window and says those famous nine words: “I’m going to make you work for your dollar.”

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I’m embarrassed. I really am. Because that video is no lie. That was my life. Back in the day, I used to be somebody — a husband, a father, a successful radio personality. Then, on August 20, 1988, I smoked crack cocaine, and over a period of two months it took hold of me until I was smoking cat litter off my filthy floors because I thought it might be crack, and selling my son’s baby clothes for drugs. I lost everything: my job, my home, my children, my morals, my self-respect; and for almost twenty years, right up until the morning I appeared on the TODAY show in January 2011, I was a homeless addict.

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This is not a pretty book, because homelessness and addiction are not a pretty life. The things I’ve done and the places I’ve been might send shivers down your spine. I laid up in grimy crack houses. I robbed my prostitute girlfriend’s clients in seedy motels. I carried my clothes in a plastic bag and went weeks without a shower. I conned my poor momma. I stole from my only friends. I slept for three days in a nest of spiders at the bottom of a concrete staircase, comatose on crack, and walked around with holes in my shoes so bad the snow came in and peeled the flesh off the bottom of my feet. I kept a mental list of every store I’d stolen from and which clerk was working at the time, because over a period of decades, in an endless desperate hustle for drug money, I burned the retail sector of Columbus, Ohio, to the ground. And I smoked crack cocaine with every last cent.

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I ate my grandson’s baby food, even though I knew my daughter couldn’t afford more. I smoked the money my mother sent me to attend my father’s funeral, then had the nerve to call long-distance on the day they put him in the ground and ask for more. I lived in condemned buildings, abandoned restaurants, and once, for several months, under a tent I made out of children’s raincoats. I crapped in buckets. I ate pizza off the ground. I cursed men and used women and once, God help me, broke my girlfriend Kathy’s arm in three places with one unfortunate slap.

You’re not going to like me for some of this book. I’m going to tell you that now. There will be times when you want to turn away. Everybody else did. My momma. My children. My ex-wife. The social workers, the do-gooders, the drug counselors. Heck, I even turned away from my own life. I fell into a hopeless state of mind and soul, because I was an addict and my life had shrunk to the point that it was nothing but crack — and who would want to look at that?

Only Kathy, a fellow addict, stayed with me.

Only Kathy . . . and God. He was always talking to me, always trying to send me down the right path. I thought the voice was in my head, and I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to acknowledge Him, because I knew I was doing wrong and I didn’t think I had the strength to do right. Finally, when I reached the end of my chain, I listened. Not half listened, telling myself, “It’s okay to do what you’re doing, Ted, you’re still a Christian,” but really listened. Really acknowledged God in my heart.

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And what did He do? He put me on the street corner to pan-handle. For twenty years of homelessness, I had shaken my head at people who stood on corners. In my distorted worldview, stealing was better. Prostitution was better. Anything was better, anything, than standing on the street, in full view of everyone, and begging for a dime.

So that’s where God sent me: to the street corner for one hour, every day, rain or shine. He sent me not for the money. He sent me not to be discovered by TODAY — that happened months later by accident — but to humble me. And believe me, I was humbled. I was humbled when people rolled down their window to yell “Get a job, n*gger,” or threw soda cans at my head, or when my own grown children drove by and looked the other way so they wouldn’t have to acknowledge their daddy, the bum.

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So, yes, I cringe when I see that YouTube video, because I see a man as low as any man can ever go. But I smile, too, because I see a man who’s trying. I see a man who’s turned it over to his Higher Power, who’s walking (slowly, slowly) in the way of the Lord, who’s facing his demons in the only way he knows how. I was in pain. I was embarrassed. But that pain and embarrassment was the reawakening of things I thought I’d killed off long before: Self- respect. Hope. And love. Especially love.

More than anything, though, I’m grateful. I’m grateful to Doral Chenoweth, the videographer from The Columbus Dispatch who took that video; and I’m grateful to the forty million people (and counting) who viewed it, because that video changed my life. On January 4, 2011, the day I became a YouTube sensation, I didn’t know what YouTube was. I didn’t know what the Internet was, because I’d been homeless since 1993, long before most people went online. Not only had I never touched a computer, I didn’t know MTV had more than one channel. I didn’t know hip-hop and Rush Limbaugh had taken over the radio. I’d never even heard of Fox News, Mos Def, or Conan O’Brien. Like many homeless people, I had a pay-as-you-go cell phone, which I periodically bought minutes for, but otherwise, twenty years of technology and culture had passed me by.

Twenty years of life had passed me by.

So when my friend Mark called and told me, “They been talking about you on the radio,” I was shocked. “Everybody’s looking for you,” Mark said. “Everybody wants to hear that golden voice.”

“You joking me?” “Nah, it’s true.”

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Man, I got excited. I used to be the number one morning-drive DJ in Columbus, Ohio, and when I heard radio I thought someone wanted to give me a job. Radio was my identity — it was even my name on the street — but I hadn’t been on the radio since 1996. A radio job meant a hot meal, clean water, a place to live, a shower, a toothbrush, an indoor toilet, but more than that it meant the end of humiliation, the end of degradation, and the return of a decent life.

So I called my friend Al Battle, the only person I knew with a car.

“They’re talking about me on the radio, Al. They’re telling me to come to WNCI tomorrow morning. Can you drive me?”

I spent that night on a stranger’s couch. Didn’t take a shower because I didn’t want to impose. When Al picked me up on my begging corner, Interstate 71 and Hudson, I was huddled in the same camouflage coat I’d worn every day that winter.

“There must be someone famous down here,” Al said when we pulled into the station parking lot and saw the camera crews and television trucks.

We walked into the studio, and bam, I was mobbed. “You okay, Ted? You need anything? You mind if we call you Ted?”

“No, sir.”

“Well, you better comb your hair, Ted. You’ll be on the Dave & Jimmy show in five minutes, and there’s a live television feed to the TODAY Show in New York.”

“What?”

“You’re world famous, man, didn’t you know? Everybody wants to hear from the homeless man with the golden voice.”

Next thing I knew, I was on the air. I don’t know what I said, but people liked it, I guess, because halfway through the show the Cleveland Cavaliers offered me a PR announcer job. Then a voice-over agent from California said he could make me a million dollars. A million dollars! That was too much. The day before, I’d been a panhandler. Half an hour before, I’d been an anonymous homeless guy walking into a local radio station, praying for $200 voice-over work.

Now I was . . . famous? All those television trucks outside were . . . for me?

The live feed to TODAY didn’t work. So they came up with a new plan. They were flying me to New York City right now, so I could appear in the studio the next morning.

I didn’t have an ID. I hadn’t had an official identity, apart from a prison record, for more than a decade. TODAY had to take me to the courthouse for registration, then a homeless shelter for proof of residency, then the DMV — where we were allowed to cut to the front of the line . . . at the DMV! — for a driver’s license, because that was the only way they’d let me on an airplane.

But the next morning, there I was, from the outhouse to the penthouse, saying those famous words to millions nationwide with my golden voice: “From NBC News, this is TODAY with Matt Lauer and Meredith Vieira, live from Studio 1A in Rockefeller Plaza.”

Then I sat down beside Matt Lauer (who, I admitted a few days later on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, had “brought out the woman in me”) for a ten-minute interview. I had a haircut, a clean shave, and a new green sweater, but I was still wearing my camouflage jacket. I was still Ted Williams, the man from the street.

And the most important thing I told the world, after the confessions and tears, was this: “I was ready to mark 2010 as another year wasted, until I realized that in 2010 I found a new spirituality.”

I know some people doubt me. I know some people hate my sudden fame and all it says about the media today. They say I didn’t earn it. They say I didn’t work, that I am the laborer who arrived at the last minute of the day. They say I’m going to relapse. They said, even then, I wouldn’t last a week.

But I’ve made it so far. I’m taking it one day at a time, and I’m making it so far. I’m getting out of bed in the morning (a bed!) and drinking coffee, like a regular Joe. And my spirituality is the reason. You see, I wasn’t plucked from the streets in the depth of my addiction and depression. I wasn’t dragged off the corner at rock bottom. I was found at a moment of hope, when my heart was open and my spirit was trying to be free.

That’s the story I’m going to tell in this book. Not the fame, but the journey: the bad, the worse, the truly ugly, and eventually the not so bad, the getting better, and finally . . . on the very last page, the good. Not the fame, but the good.

Momma, forgive me for the story I’m about to tell. Patty, forgive me for the heartache and betrayal. Children, forgive me for the awful things my grandchildren will hear and the awful things I’ve done to you. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve squandered your love. I’ve hurt you all, and I know it will hurt you again to hear this litany of sins.

But I’ve got a second chance, and I’ve got to come clean. I’ve got to be honest about what happened and what I’ve done. My recovery demands it, and my faith demands it, too.

There are thousands of people like me. There are millions in pain, in need, with a poverty of the mind and soul. I’m not just talking about the homeless, although I care about them most of all. I’m talking about anyone who knows they are doing wrong, from the lying businessman to the cheating spouse. I want to reach out a hand and tell them: There is hope. There is redemption. There is a way.

I want to give back to the people who recognized me and said “Way to go, Ted!” The people who smiled and shook my hand, when a few weeks before I was so dirty people changed lanes in their cars to avoid being near me, and said “God bless you, Ted. God bless you.” I want to give an honest account for the people who yell, even today, when I walk down the street, “We’re proud of you, Ted. We’re proud of you. We’re rooting for you!”

Most important, I want to help the people who are hurting, who have lost their jobs, or their homes, or their families or children, or even their hope. I want to tell this story, not for myself but for the woman who hugged me in the Columbus airport and cried on my shoulder.

“My daughter’s a dopehead, Ted,” she said. “My daughter’s lost, and I’ve been praying so long and so hard. Why hasn’t God answered my prayers?”

“Don’t stop,” I told her through my own tears. “Don’t stop, Momma. Don’t stop. My momma prayed for me since 1989, so don’t stop. Don’t lose your faith. If God can save me, He can save anybody.”

Reprinted from A Golden Voice by Ted Williams with Bret Witter by arrangement with Gotham Books, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., Copyright © 2012 by Ted Williams

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