How the Time/ Company all started
This is the story about Jenny Carter and how the Time/ Company all started
Written by Jenny Carter, October 2001.
When I first visited Rome in 1999, I was just seventeen years old, and found myself locked in a washroom cubicle in a budget hotel. It was an unsavory experience that left me with an irrational fear of hotel washrooms and short dark men also!
I had simply used the washroom toilets only to find myself stuck when the cubical door refused to open again! Push and shove as I did, this piece of well-polished steel would not budge. After a lot of thinking, climbing, wriggling and finally embarrassed banging and shouting - an Italian waiter came into the washroom to see what all the noise and calamity was about. His broken english was getting me into a sweaty panic, and try as he did, that door was not moving even the slightest. Seeing hands and then feet appearing both under then over the door, it soon became apparent this guy had no more idea then I on how to rescue me.
The waiter then climbed up onto the adjacent cubicle toilet seat, grabbed hold of the cubicle top and pulled himself upwards and leaned in and over into where I “the damsel in distress” stood trapped! As he offered his hand of hope I clasped his palm to be hauled “up & over” to safety, at last.
What happened next was to change my outlook on life forever! The waiter, a middle aged and below average height man, slowly and strategically placed me on my feet just inches away from himself; our faces were so close I could almost smell what he’d just had for dinner. I felt repulsed by my savior and in a state of pure confusion.
A mixture of gratitude and loathing for my rescuer suddenly swept over me. It soon became obvious he had other intentions towards me. I was only 5' 1" in height and our eye level was very similar. I pushed him away stepped back outside the cramped cubicle to hastily walk over toward the other end of the washroom. I said a loud and firm “Thank you very much” at the waiter and turned myself away beginning to wash away the smudged make-up and tears from my face.
To my relief the waiter walked out, and was gone!! As I looked in the mirror a cyclone was swirling in my mind. Knowing I had just been rescued but not by a knight in shining armor, I felt awkward inside and the “What If” feeling came over me. What If, that waiter had been a handsome tall dark model, a Prince Charming!. Would I have felt differently about the situation that had just passed? I glanced at my own image in the mirror, I realized that I was unattractive too because of my lack of height and may have just written my destiny of solitude in not reacting positively to the waiters advances.
I began to realize the reaction and feeling I had just shown the waiter where based solely on how he looked, how short he was. This same reaction was a usual chain of action that takes place when people are faced with ugliness! And of course, this is how other people view me. The waiter had felt drawn towards me because he felt I was suitable for him, that we were both compatible for each other through our small appearance.
Those couple of minutes spent dwelling in that washroom seemed to release the enemy within, and set me on a new mission to become taller. I had to somehow find a way to gain a few inches to win the life I wanted, I had to stand out and feel good looking to find inner peace.
My initial search was the usual, fashion magazines, doctors visits and web surfing and even looking at surgery ideas. The more I looked the more I came to realize that it was so hard to pin down just what made me so small, or indeed just what made others so much taller. There was no exact formula or particular growth method that was responsible to people’s overall final adult growth.
Was there a secret to being becoming taller, something that even the tallest men and woman were unaware?
One day in January 2000, I was looking at a French health magazine (Top Sante) and came across a free beauty workshop in my home town of Southampton UK. The workshop promised all the usual benefits and a free lunch, basically just the normal sales pitch I had come to expect. I booked the day off at work and attended. The day was full of presentations, guest speakers, and some free cosmetics products and advice. Most of the other attendees were female, many from local gyms and department stores. The mid session interval and free lunch was where the networking clan got to business chatting among the people there.
I was lucky enough to start talking to Andy, one of the few men that had made the effort to come along, he seemed quite charming and very good looking too, tall and blonde. He worked for an Aloe Vera promotions company but wasn't pushy about their products. As we become more friendly he asked my reason for attending. I felt a little stupid as I couldn't really find a direct answer. Everybody else seemed very focused and came looking for this or that product, speaker or advice. Eventually I told him I just wanted to find a way of becoming taller in height, and although it was a vague answer, he was able to relate to my needs.
In turn I asked him the same question! He stopped smiling when our chat was about him and his voice took on a tone of aggrievement and sadness, he was in need to communicate emotions that he knows I can only dimly understand, but said that he had been very short as a child, teenager and into his mid twenties.
We went on to discuss our past and present lives in-depth, the difficulties faced when being less than usual european height. He explained his company offices were close to the venue and asked me to go there after the workshop was over, saying he had something of interest to show me, I agreed, we continued to sit out the remaining two hours of the workshop. After the last presentations finished we were offered more drinks and sandwiches but decided to leave before any sales networkers could begin chatting. The short walk to his offices was soon over, Andy pointing out some local restaurants and bars he likes.
His offices were small & bare but had a nice studio area upstairs, this was filled with Aloe Vera samples and pictures of past happy customers who had benefited from using Aloe for varying conditions. Next Andy showed me some photos of a man in his 20's and said they where pictures of him taken only a year earlier. On closer scrutiny I could hardly see any likeness to the way he looked now, these photos looked like someone much smaller, not at all the same more handsome features he has now.
Andy then opened a cupboard and got hold of a brown bag containing literature, magazine article cuttings and web page printouts. As I studied these further they seemed to centre around Andy's own past experience into looking for ways to gain height.
I asked Andy how he had achieved all this in such a short time and what was the secret and of course the cost. He put away the paperwork then said we should leave things for now and he would contact me later on that week. We swapped numbers, said goodbye and I left.
Later that week I phoned Andy as I was still curious how he had become taller and managed to find growth. Andy was much less friendly this time, he told me the difference between us was that he had reacted to his problem while I was resigned to mine! he asked for my address and said he would post some photos and more info on his increase in height. The post man delivered a brown manila package two days later, inside were 2 pictures of Andy stood under a door way in his office. Both photos showed him being the same height of about 6 feet tall, on closer inspection I saw some handwriting on one of the pictures and an arrow pointing to his feet, this is the part where I was amazed! Andy was wearing high heel shoes in one photo, but not the other yet his height was the same with about 5 or 6 inches between the top of his head and the door frame. A note with the photos explained I would have to pay for the privilege of knowing his secret technique and wanted £10. I was astonished but intrigued.
That night, I couldn't sleep for thinking about the weeks events. I even thought that Andy may have gone into the workshop to look for short people to try to sell his secret to. A moment of clarity in thought came over me, the feeling I may have just overlooked the best chance of find the growth I craved.
The next morning (Sunday) I decided to get up early and go and phone Andy again, before spending another day in the doldrums. I bought Andy's secret and paid over the cash. It was the best £10 that I had ever spent!
One thing that still kept me deep in thought was the advice that came along with the secret.
Andy said I would be better off staying in the same circle of friends as my height increase would make me stand out in the crowd. Trying to change everything in my life would make me just like everyone else!
Andy said I would be better off staying in the same circle of friends as my height increase would make me stand out in the crowd. Trying to change everything in my life would make me just like everyone else!
This is how the TIME / company was started. Now we know how Andy made himself tall but also realize the fact that if this information was in the general population, anyone could use it and even people who were naturally tall. This would render your increase useless, so we make sure the method is only available to people under 5'11"
©2007 Time
Your height increase will be in the area highlighted above
- 39% Lower Leg
- 35% Upper Leg
- 10% Spinal
- 8% Hip/Thigh
- 4% Foot
- 3% Neck
- 1% Other
Below is the proportion of height increase to body areas you can expect
