I grew up in southern California with Disneyland only a few miles away. One day, while in high school, I had one of my embarrasing moments. Some buddies and I went to the famous theme park, the same day they were opening the Swiss Family Robinson Tree House. Walt Disney, of course, was host for the event. The same man who had patted me on the head when, as a kid, I was vacationing in Hawaii. We stood in the crowd for a few minutes, watching the ceremonies, and then went on our way.
As my buddies and I were walking along, I started putting on a show for them, saying things like, "Yeah, Walt and I go back a long ways. At one time, we were really close." I went on and on, milking that head patting incident for all it was worth - and then some. Of course, I had my head turned to my friends as I was walking and talking.
Suddenly, I crashed into someone walking my way. I quickly grabbed the person to keep from falling, apologizing at the same time, only to feel my face flush red when I realized it was Walt Disney I was holding onto. Strange, for some reason, he didn't recognize me. All of my boasting burst like a balloon at the opening ceremonies. As the great man walked away my friends couldn't contain themselves.
Nor did they want to.
"Hey, Wes," one of them said, splitting his sides, "Walt must be losing his eyesight. He didn't know it was you, his good 'ol friend."
Hindsight: God has His own "fun" ways of bringing us back to reality.
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