On Being An Amateur Magician

Okay! I’ll admit it. I’m an Amateur.

When did that word develop such a derogatory connotation? I feel I’m not a bad person; and, I think I’m a pretty good magician; I’m a doctor on the side. Well, at least I’m a professional in one arena! But I don’t perform in Vegas, at nightclubs, or on cruise ships. My arena is my life! When I’m at work, after I’m done with all the medical matters, and am sure I’ve met my patients’ needs, I’ll ask if they’d like to see something fun. Most often they do. I think it adds a warm, humanizing touch to the visit.

When I’m at the hospital making rounds, if I have time, I’ll show some of the nurses or housekeeping staff one of the dozen effects I carry around with me all the time. Ditto with my friends, drug reps, and almost everyone I see. I’m an Amateur. Do I practice diligently? … You bet! Do I read voraciously? … Absolutely! Do I present my magic in the most entertaining, engaging, and polished way I can? … I couldn’t have it any other way! But, “Does anyone pay you?” … “Hey, once I made twenty dollars at a birthday party when I was fourteen!” One of the origins of the word “Amateur” comes from the Italian noun “Amatore”, meaning “lover”; and, its primary definition is, “one who engages in a pursuit for the pure pleasure of doing it”.

Wouldn’t it be a wonderful “Magical world” if we could all remember when we once were? … And, maybe still are!

I’m an Amateur, and I’m proud! 

You can read more short essays from Dr. Jay Ungar inside his book "Magical Thoughts of a Dinosaur"