Noah: “Dad, I want to go on the Winnie the Pooh Ride.”
Me: “Winnie the Pooh? Really? You haven’t seen any of that stuff. You sure?”
Noah: “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Evan: “Yeah, me too daddy.”
So on our final day at Walt Disney World, we head into “The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh”. Thrilling. At least it was early in the morning, so the wait wasn’t long. Maybe 15 minutes and we were onto honey pots, donkeys in the rain and my two boys smiling ear to ear. As it’s over we exit the ride, walk towards the (mandatory) Pooh gift shop and head for our next spot. But then, in one of those memorable moments, something happened that I’ll never forget.
As we’re moving through the gift shop my wife Alice spots something on the floor. “What is that?” she asks, and bends down to pick up a small piece of folded-up paper on the floor.
To really understand this, you’d have to know about our night before. We were at the hotel, planning our final Walt Disney World day and appreciating the fact that we’d been able to experience nearly everything we wanted – except one thing. The newest ride at Magic Kingdom was called “Seven Dwarfs Mine Train” and it looked incredible. Both of my sons (even the 2 ½ year old) were tall enough to ride it; and boy did they ever want to! This would be their first real roller coaster. Throughout our time at Disney you were constantly reminded how fun the ride was, hearing other children screaming for joy every 60 seconds as they whipped around the park on it.
Were we going to wait in line an hour and a half, with two young boys in tow, for that ride? Some might, but we made the decision; no. It simply wasn’t worth it.
Come back with me to “The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh” gift shop. Remember a folded-up piece of paper caught our eye and we just picked it off the floor.
Unfolding the paper, what was it?!? Here, let me show you (again, actual picture):
How could that be? How serendipitous, fortunate, lucky was that? It still blows my mind that we were then able to take that small piece of paper to the front of the line for one of the most memorable rides we had at Disney. Ask my boys next time you see them what they’re favorite ride at Disney was and you’re sure to hear about the “Seven Dwarfs Mine Train”!
So what’s my point?
Maybe something along the lines of if it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. Or maybe something like it pays to be good AND lucky. Or maybe you just control what you can control and surrender the outcome.
I don’t really know if I have a point. Other than wanting to share an incredible story that I’ll never forget; knowing something beyond my understanding happened. I guess, if it’s meant to be…
Has anything like this ever happened to you? Something unexplainable, magical, beyond logic? I’d love to hear about it.