I was scheduled to make a guest appearance on CNN’s Larry King Live. By now, Sir Larry and most media people across America had heard about me, from one source or another. After all, how many times had a knight from the sixth century found his way into early twenty-first-century America?

I arrived at the television studio thirty minutes before airtime. As I didn’t want Willie C. Light and Marilotta Light to miss seeing me on live TV, I called Willie to inform him of my upcoming interview with Larry King. When I spoke with Willie on the phone, backstage, I quickly summarized the highlights of my journey. In particular, I mentioned that God had given me a lot of help, directly, throughout my travels by way of private, face-to-face meetings and conversations. In addition, I told Willie that my journey was just about completed and that I would be returning to his place in Hollywood on May 27, 2007. Finally, I inquired about Marilotta. I asked Willie how she was doing, and I told him to tell Marilotta “hello” for me and that I was looking forward to visiting with both of them right after my last trip to Camelot, which would be the final stop on my long journey into time.

As soon as I got off the phone, Larry King walked up to me and introduced himself, “Hello there, young man. My name is Larry King. You can call me ‘Larry.’ I’d like to extend you a warm welcome to CNN’s Larry King Live.”

“Thanks a lot, Larry. As you know, my name is Sir Wantsalittle Morefromlife. Please excuse me if I seem a bit nervous. This is my first TV appearance, and I have a slight case of the jitters.”

“That’s quite understandable. Just relax, and we’ll have some fun during this interview. Can I get you a cup of coffee or a glass of water to drink while we’re on the air?”

“A glass of ice water would be fine, thank you.” I was dressed in a black blazer, which I wore over my full suit of just-polished armor. I carried my helmet with me as I walked in front of the television cameras. Nervously, I sat down at the table across from the host.

Larry wore a long-sleeve yellow dress shirt, a wide maroon-and-white polka-dot tie, and turquoise suspenders. It was show time. . . .

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have a most unusual guest tonight, who will be with us for the entire hour of our worldwide broadcast. On many occasions, you have heard me say, ‘If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s probably a duck!’ Well, this young man looks like a knight and speaks like a knight. And he is a genuine medieval knight from the Land of Camelot. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure, this evening, to introduce you to Sir Wantsalittle Morefromlife!”

After a few more introductory remarks, Larry quickly adjusted the position of his dark-brown-framed spectacles and asked, “Wantsalittle, can you give our viewers some of the highlights of your journey into time?”

I summarized my travels during the first half of the interview. Later in the show, I responded to a handful of curious callers. Larry generally encouraged viewers to call in with their questions as part of the program’s format.

Near the end of the interview, Larry exclaimed, “This is an incredible story!” Then he snapped the strap on his right suspender and asked, “Shouldn’t you write a book and share these inspirational experiences with the entire world?”

“I gave a few bucks recently to the United Way Foundation. Why should I share of myself or give others more than that?”

“Pardon me, Wantsalittle, we’ve got to pause and get in a couple of messages from our sponsors. Everybody, sit tight for a minute. We’ll be back with some concluding remarks right after this. . . .”

Larry got up and momentarily went backstage during the commercial break. I sat there and asked, “Lord, I could really use Your help, right now, on the subjects of ‘sharing’ and ‘giving.’”

God appeared and sat down in Larry’s chair. As She knew that She wouldn’t be seen by anybody but me, God was attired rather informally. She wore a beige, deep-V-neck, short-sleeve, pullover, knit shirt. And She fashioned a pair of light-gray, pleated slacks. For footwear, She had on a pair of beige flats. The Lord said, “Wantsalittle, I know that we don’t have much time, but—”

I interrupted God and said, “Too often, I’m a little on the selfish side. Isn’t that what You were about to say?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so. You’ve improved your character in numerous ways since the beginning of your journey. And I’m very proud of you for all of your accomplishments. But you’ll never fulfill your quest ‘to feel and act like a king’—you’ll never be considered virtuous—until you understand, fully appreciate, and personally practice the divine principles of ‘sharing’ and ‘giving’! I want you to read what a few truly noble and most generous people have said on the subjects of sharing and giving. Hopefully, you’ll have a dramatic change of heart and clearly ‘see the light’ with respect to these two aforementioned, all-important, universal laws!”

The Lord handed me a sheet of paper that contained the following thought-provoking quotes:

No person has ever been honored for what he received; honor has been the reward for what he gave.
- Calvin Coolidge

Things of the spirit differ from things material in that the more you give the more you have.
- Christopher Morley

What is bought is always cheaper than the gift.
- Portuguese Proverb

If you have much, give of your wealth. If you have little, give of your heart.
-Arab Proverb

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.
-Winston Churchill

The more we give to others, the more we are increased.
-Lao Tze

A man’s giving in alms one piece of silver in his lifetime is better for him than giving one hundred when about to die.
-Mohammed

Give, and it shall be given unto you. . . .It is more blessed to give than to receive.
-Jesus

Bring ye the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house, and prove me now herewith . . . if I will not open the window of heaven.
-Milachi 3:10

Just before God left, She said, “Wantsalittle, as you think and act by forming the heavenly habits of sharing and giving, you will experience true happiness and true prosperity, yourself! With whom will you share your loving and giving heart today?”

After the commercials, I said, “Larry, I’d like to apologize to you and to our millions of viewers around the world! I don’t know what came over me when I made that wisecrack about ‘my only wanting to give to the United Way.’ I’ve completely changed my mind. Thank you, Larry, for the terrific idea. I’m going to write the book that you suggested.”

I paused, momentarily, to take a drink of water. Then I said, “I hope and pray that my extraordinary, enlightening adventures will reach out and touch countless people throughout the world in more meaningful ways. Perhaps my upcoming book will enable people of all ages to learn more about themselves and to feel better about themselves. Those are the reasons that I want to tell my unusual and encouraging story!”

Larry said, “That’s the spirit, Wantsalittle! That’s what we wanted to hear! When you finish the book, I’d like to have an autographed copy. Keep us informed. We might have you back on the show just before the publication date and discuss your new book, okay?”

“Larry, that sounds good to me!”

“Well, folks, we’re out of time. Thanks for joining us. See you all tomorrow night—nine o’clock Eastern Time for another edition of Larry King Live!”

The very next day, on May 16, 2007, I rented a furnished condominium in the Hollywood area. I needed a place to call my own for the time it would take me to write my book.

Before I started writing, though, I wanted to take several days (from May 16th through May 26th and part of May 27th) to think things over and complete my journey. There were still some major changes that I wanted to make in my life—important self-improvements, which could help me to fulfill my quest.

On May 26th, the last day of the extra time that I had taken to be by myself in my condo, I engaged in battle with my darkest remaining angels in black—my enemies within. Then, on May 27th, I briefly returned to Camelot to conclude my journey into time. The details of the wacky series of events that transpired at my condo in Hollywood and then in Camelot are included in the next and final chapter or episode.

After I had completed my journey, I was anxious and ready to begin writing my book. But first, I wanted to return Willie’s Corvette at the exact time that I had borrowed it to begin my trip. And I wanted to ask him if he’d be willing to give me a “cram” course in writing.

At the conclusion of my journey, which ended in the Land of Camelot, I hit the big white Home button on the Vette’s time-travel module. Suddenly, the car energized in Willie’s garage. Willie came right out to the garage.

“How are you doing, Wantsalittle?” Willie asked.

Before I had time to respond, Willie saw Marilotta get out of the car. He said, “Hi, honey! I see that you caught up with Wantsalittle in Camelot.”

Willie then looked at me and said, “After you called me, right before your TV interview with Larry King, I told Marilotta that you said your journey would end up in Camelot. She couldn’t believe that you were getting periodic, face-to-face messages from God. She thought that if she used one of my time-travel remotes to visit Camelot, and if she got lucky, that she might have the chance to meet the Lord, personally. Of course, Marilotta was also anxious and biting at the bit to see you, too! Anyway, I’m glad that she found you. I was a little concerned for her safety and wellbeing.”

Willie paused, looked at Marilotta, and said, “I sure am glad to see you back home, safe and sound. Did you enjoy your trip?”

Marilotta replied, “Yes, dad. I’ll tell you all about it, later.”

Willie turned back toward me and asked, “Wantsalittle, have you completed your travels?”

“Well, yes and no—I mean that I’ve finished my journey and achieved my quest. But now I need to take some time to write a book about my amazing journey into time.”

We all went into the house, and we sat down in the living room. “Say, Willie, do you think that you could give me some tips on how to ‘write’?” I asked.

“Certainly! Do you want to stay here while you’re writing your book?”

“Thank you, Willie, for your generous offer. But that won’t be necessary. I’ve got my own place now—a condo in Hollywood—it’s only a few miles from here.”

Willie asked, “What kind of a typewriter are you going to use to write the book? Did you buy a computer or a word processor of some kind?”

“I haven’t really thought about that,” I replied. “What do you recommend?”

Willie turned his head toward his daughter and said, “Honey, Wantsalittle needs a word processor. Do we still have that extra Sony® computer system stored somewhere here in the house?”

“Yes, dad, it’s down in the study. Say! I have quite a bit of writing experience, myself. I’ve written several short stories over the past few years. Maybe I could help Wantsalittle with his book. I’ve been looking for something to keep me busy for the next few weeks.”

“That’s a great idea,” Willie said. “Wantsalittle, Marilotta can teach you everything that you need to know. She can help you to prepare your manuscript. Marilotta could do the actual typing. You can just tell her your story, and she can do the rest.”

“Wow! This is going to be easier than I thought,” I said. “I was afraid that I would have to learn how to ‘type.’ Marilotta, when can we get started?”

“Let’s get the computer. I’ll take you home. We can begin today!”

Working every day, from twelve to sixteen hours per day, for just over two months, Marilotta and I finished my book. She had driven to and from her home to my condominium each day. During the time it took to write the book, we got to know each other extremely well. We grew even fonder of each other. And I just couldn’t get over how Marilotta Light both looked and sounded so much like Britney Spears.

Before I began my journey, Willie told me that Marilotta was twenty-three years old. She had never been married. As I got to know her better, I noticed that she was very intelligent and incredibly charming.

After a couple of weeks, Marilotta and I couldn’t stand being apart from each other for any length of time. We had become madly in love with each other. I wanted to ask her to marry me. But I wasn’t sure whether or not that I wanted to live in Camelot or stay in Hollywood for the rest of my life.

I didn’t have the nerve to ask Marilotta to spend most or all of the rest of her life in Camelot. I think that she was too accustomed to modern-day conveniences—things like: indoor plumbing, electricity, radios, stereos, televisions, movie theaters, cars, shopping malls, etc. Even though we, or she, could have used Willie’s time-travel remote to visit Willie here in Hollywood, from time to time, I wasn’t sure that she would have gone for the idea.

Anyway, we had worked together on my book, and we finally completed it on August 10, 2007. My autobiography was titled Discovering the Knight in Me.

It took me nearly a year, though, to find a publisher. Then, the publishing house was so anxious to get the book out to readers around the world that they put the book ahead of other projects; they published the timely, socially important manuscript almost immediately.

A few weeks after the book was published, I had a book-signing engagement at B-Dalton Booksellers in Burbank, California. I sat at a huge table near the back of the bookstore.

Dozens of hardcover copies of Discovering the Knight in Me were stacked in several piles across the top of the six-foot-long table. Hundreds of people showed up to purchase autographed copies. Many celebrities were among those standing in the block-long line outside the bookstore. Everybody patiently waited his or her turn at the table.

Larry King happened to be the first person in line. I signed my signature on the inside cover of Larry’s copy of my autobiography. When I handed Larry the book, I proudly said, “Sir Larry, thanks again for having me on your show. As you can see, I followed your advice. Perhaps my story will inspire millions of readers throughout the world.”

Larry replied, “You’re quite welcome, young man. I’m sure that the book will inspire a countless number of people, world-wide!”

In line behind Larry King were: Glenn Close, who wore a black T-shirt and teased us by holding up a butcher knife, as she had done in Fatal Attraction; Jack Nicholson, also dressed in a black T-shirt, which showed a portrait of him as the “Joker” in Batman; Darth Vader, in his black Star Wars outfit; Gene Hackman, whose black T-shirt read “I Love Lex Luther,” from his role in the Superman movies; Susan Lucci, who fashioned a black ankle-sweeper dress that reminded people of her “bad girl” parts in various day-time soaps; and Clint Eastwood, who wore a prison uniform with the name “Frank Morris” printed on the shirt pocket, as Eastwood had worn in Escape from Alcatraz.

I was too busy signing autographed copies of my book to say anything about it when it happened, but Eli Wallach noticed Clint Eastwood standing a few spots ahead of him in the line. “Tuco” hollered, in reference to Wallach’s remark at the end of their movie, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, “Hey BLONDIE, what are you doing here? Do you know what you are? You’re just a dirty rotten SON OF A BI—!”

(The moral of this episode: An old Hindu proverb relates to “sharing and giving”: They who give have all things; they who withhold have nothing!)

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