My Little Ray of Sunshine

On the Fourth of July I, along with Sorcerer Mickey, saw 507 families. Of those 507 families, only one of them made me smile. 

Family after family shoved an autograph book in my face, posed for a picture, and left without saying so much as "Hiya, Mickey, how are ya?" It broke my spirits. I was nearly at the end of my rope, when this angel came along. My attendant said, "Hey, Mickey, you've got another family coming from the other side!" That usually means it's a Make A Wish family. So Mickey turned, and this little boy, around eight or nine years old, came sprinting around the corner. 

"MICKEYYYYY!" he yelled as he crashed into Mickey's chest. Mickey held the little boy for a long time. The little boy pulled back and grinned up at Mickey. "How are you, Mickey? I'm sorry you have to work on the Fourth of July, but I can't wait to see your fireworks! Hey, you wanna play rock, paper, scissors?"

And that's all it took. For the next five to seven minutes, Mickey sat on the floor with this little jewel, playing everything from rock, paper, scissors to dinosaurs to tag. Mickey would have moved a mountain for this kid. The families who were waiting in line were getting frustrated, but to be honest, I didn't care. They could wait for their pictures and autographs. In those minutes, that little boy was not dying. He was not sick. He was perfect. 

And he will never know that he made Mickey cry that night. Thank you, my little ray of sunshine. Wherever you are, Mickey Mouse loves you so much.