Just a little bit of Pixie Dust

Well, I said I was going to try to blog more, and if I do indeed reach the end of this post and publish it, that'll be two days in a row.  I don't want anyone thinking that by yesterday's post I was trying to be negative about Disney.  I wasn't.  I wasn't even ranting really.  I was simply posting an explanation because I had gotten so many "What happened?" messages/texts/phone calls.  Which means that a lot of you are concerned about me, and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Let's talk about good Disney.  This is my view, and is in no way affiliated with the Walt Disney Company.  Now, let's face facts.  Not a lot of people from my neck of the woods get to work at Disney.  Even out of the few that do, VERY few of those are cripples from Mississippi who no no one thought would ever even attend college, let alone graduate from it.  I have done both, even though it took me longer than the average person, but hey, I'm allowed.  Besides, my goal in life is to make sure that nothing about me is normal or average.  Who wants to be normal anyway?  Normal is nothing but a cycle on the dryer.  If it were up to me, there would be no such word.  The word normal indicates a bland, everyday sort of thing.  Life is a gift.  As people that are alive and breathing, we should be thankful for those breaths every day.  If we are truly thankful for them, we should use them to our fullest ability, and if we are doing that, then our lives will be anything but NORMAL.  Normality should be an abomination, to be called normal should be the biggest insult anyone could ever be paid.

Whew, got off Disney there for a minute didn't I?  That's okay, I actually didn't have a lot more to say about it.  Only this. The fact that I was ever able to work here to begin with, regardless of what happens past this, has been the greatest honor and privilege of my life.  Greater even than my college degree; than any show I've ever been a part of.  Why?  Because everything I am now, and everything I will be, and even most things I love, whether they have the D on them or not, would not exist without Disney.  This is my message to Walt Disney, with a little help from some of his friends:  (slightly paraphrased)

"You have saved my life.  I am eternally grateful."

Who cares if I was only here for a short while?  According to Peter Pan you need two things to fly:
1. A happy thought
2. Just a little bit of pixie dust

I'm happy in the knowledge that, thanks to me, there are hundreds (maybe thousands) of kids out there that have both.
It's what I do.