INTRODUCTION The Life Story Project What Happens When Our Fairy Tales Go Awry I used to believe that phone calls don''t change your life, until one day I got a phone call that did. It was from my mother. "Your father is trying to kill himself." "He''s what?" Suddenly she was talking and I wasn''t really following. Something about a bathroom, a razor, a desperate lunge for relief. "Good God." "And that wasn''t the last time. Later he tried to climb out of a window while I was scrambling eggs.

" As a writer, I''m often asked whether I learned to write from my dad. The answer is no. My father was uncommonly friendly, even twinkling-- we called him a professional Savannahian, for the seaside city in Georgia where he''d lived for eighty years--but he was more of a listener and a doer than a teller and a scribbler. A navy veteran, civic leader, Southern Demo- crat, he was never depressed a minute in his life. Until he got Parkinson''s, a disease that affects your mobility--and your mood. My dad''s father, who also got the disease late in life, shot himself in the head a month before I graduated from high school. My father had promised for years he wouldn''t do the same. "I know the pain--and shame--it causes.

" Then he changed his mind--or at least that part of his mind he could still control. "I''ve lived a full life," he said. "I don''t want to be mourned; I want to be celebrated." Six times in the next twelve weeks my father attempted to end his life. We tried every remedy imaginable, from counseling to electroconvulsive therapy. Yet we couldn''t surmount his core challenge: He had lost a reason to live. My family, always a bit hyperfunctional, dove in. My older brother took over the family real estate business; my younger sister helped research medical treatments.

But I''m the narrative guy. For three decades, I had devoted my life to exploring the stories that give our lives meaning--from the tribal gather- ings of the ancient world to the chaotic family dinners of today. I have long been consumed by how stories connect and divide us on a societal level, how they define and deflate us on a personal level. Given this interest, I began to wonder: If my dad was facing a narrative problem, at least in part, maybe it demanded a narrative solution. Maybe what my father needed was a spark to restart his life story. One Monday morning I sat down and did the simplest, most restor- ative thing I could imagine. I sent my dad a question. What were your favorite toys as a child? What happened next changed not only him, but everyone around him, and ultimately led me to reevaluate how we all achieve meaning, balance, and joy in our lives.

This is the story of what happened next, and what we all can learn from it. This is the story of the Life Story Project. The Story of your Life Stop for a second and listen to the story going on in your head. It''s there, somewhere, in the background. It''s the story you tell others when you first meet them; it''s the story you tell yourself when you visit a meaningful place, when you flip through old photographs, when you celebrate an achievement, when you rush to the hospital. It''s the story of who you are, where you came from, where you dream of going in the future. It''s the high point of your life, the low point, the turning point. It''s what you believe in, what you fight for, what matters most to you.

It''s the story of your life. And that story isn''t just part of you. It is you in a fundamental way. Life is the story you tell yourself. But how you tell that story--are you a hero, victim, lover, warrior, caretaker, believer--matters a great deal. How you adapt that story--how you revise, rethink, and rewrite your personal narrative as things change, lurch, or go wrong in your life--matters even more. Recently, something happened to me that made me focus on these issues: I lost control of that story bouncing around in my head. For a while, I didn''t know who I was; I didn''t know where I was going.

I was lost. That''s when I began to realize: While storytelling has drawn signifi- cant academic and popular interest in recent years, there''s an aspect of personal storytelling that hasn''t gotten enough attention. What happens when we misplace the plot of our lives? When we get sidetracked by one of the mishaps, foul-ups, or reversals of fortune that appear with uncomfort- able frequency these days? What happens when our fairy tales go awry? That''s what happened to my dad that fall, to me around that time, to all of us at one time or another. We get stuck in the woods and can''t get out. This time, though, I decided to do something about it. I set out to learn how to get unstuck. How I Became a Lifestorian What I did next--traveling around the country, gathering hundreds of life stories of everyday people, and then scouring those stories for themes and takeaways that could help all of us navigate the swerves in our lives--has a bit of a backstory. I was born in Savannah, Georgia, to five generations of Southern Jews.

That''s two storytelling traditions of outsiders that collided in me. I left the South and moved north for college, then left college and moved to Japan. There, in a town fifty miles and fifty years from Tokyo, I began writing letters home on crinkly airmail paper. You''re not going to believe what hap- pened to me today. When I got back home, everywhere I went, people said, "I loved your letters!" "That''s great," I said. "Have we met?" Turns out my grandmother had xeroxed my letters and passed them around. They went viral the old-fashioned way. If so many people find these interesting, I should write a book , I thought.

With some luck, I landed a book contract. More important, I''d found a calling. Stories were how I''d always found myself. How I put my unease and outsiderness into coherent form. Over the next two decades, I wrote stories--books, articles, television--from six continents and seventy-five countries. I spent a year as a circus clown and another traveling with Garth Brooks. I retraced the greatest stories ever told, from Noah''s ark to the Exodus. I also got married and became the father to identical twin girls.

Life was ascending. Until I had a back-to-back-to-back set of experiences that shattered that linearity--and with it any illusion that I could control the narrative of my life. First, I was diagnosed with a rare, aggressive bone cancer in my left leg. My disease was so nonlinear it was an adult-onset pediatric cancer. Frightened and face-to-face with death, I spent a brutal year enduring more than sixteen rounds of chemo and a seventeen-hour surgery to remove my femur, replace it with titanium, and relocate my fibula from my calf to my thigh. For two years I was on crutches; for a year after that I used a cane. Every step, every bite, every hug I''ve taken since has been haunted by the long tail of fear and fragility. Then I nearly went bankrupt.

The modest real estate business my father had built was gutted by the Great Recession. Three generations of dreams were dampened. I emptied my savings. At the same time, the internet decimated the world of print I had worked in for two decades. Friend after friend was out on the street. I woke up three nights a week in a pale sweat, staring at the ceiling, wondering. Then came my father''s suicide spree. The conversations that fall were almost unhaveable, the language inadequate for the choices we faced.

For me, though, there was something achingly familiar about this period. It drew me back to what had always been my default reaction to a crisis: When in turmoil, turn to narrative. The proper response to a setback is a story. That notion had been gaining currency. A year earlier, while research- ing a book on high-functioning families, I had gone to the home of Marshall Duke, a psychologist at Emory University. Marshall and his colleague Robyn Fivush had been studying a phenomenon first noticed by Marshall''s wife, Sara. A teacher of students with special needs, Sara had observed that the children she worked with seemed better able to navigate their lives the more they knew about their family''s history. Marshall and Robyn devised a set of questions to test this thesis: Do you know where your grandparents met? Do you know an illness or injury your parents experienced when they were younger? Do you know what went on when you were being born? Children who scored highest on this test had a greater belief that they could control the world around them.

It was the number one predictor of a child''s emotional well-being. Why would knowing your family''s story help you navigate your own? "All family narratives take one of three shapes," Marshall explained. First is the ascending family narrative: We came from nothing, we worked hard, we made it big. Next, the descending narrative: We used to have it all. Then we lost everything. "The most healthful narrative," he continued, "is the third one." It''s called the oscillating family narrative. We''ve had ups and downs in our family.

Your grandfather was vice president of the bank, but his house burned down. Your aunt was the first girl to go to college, but she got breast cancer. Children who know that lives take all different shapes are much better equipped to face life''s inevitable disruptions.