I was eight years old when my dad passed away. Shortly afterward, my mother took my sister and me on a cruise to the Hawaiian islands, mainly to get a new start. The Royal Hawaiian Hotel on Waikiki Beach was our home base, and we did all the tourist things, including taking advantage of the ocean in our "front yard."
However, my most memorable moment was standing on the back patio of the hotel watching the hula dancers perform. One of the girls then brought out an older guy to teach him to hula. Of course, it was all just for laughs.
As I was laughing, I felt a couple of pats on the top of my head. I thought it was probably my mom. So, you can imagine my surprise as I turned my head and looked up into the face of Walt Disney.
He smiled at me and said, “The girls are a lot better than that old guy, aren’t they, sonny?”
I smiled back, and muttered something like, “Uh, yeah.”
That was the best I could do.
I couldn’t believe that Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Pluto, and Goofy, all rolled into one man was standing next to me, talking to me...with his hand still on my head. I thought I had a great excuse not to wash for a long time, but my mom didn't buy into my thinking.
Hindsight: Sometimes, in the routine things of life, God brings excitement to us. We don’t have to go looking for it.
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