The Last Lecture

The Last Lecture
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All You Have to Do Is Ask
O N MY dad’s last trip to Disney World, he and I were waiting for
the monorail with Dylan, who was then four years old. Dylan had this
urge to sit in the vehicle’s cool-looking nose-cone, with the driver. My
theme-park-loving father thought that would be a huge kick, too.
“Too bad they don’t let regular people sit up there,” he said.
“Hmmmm,” I said. “Actually, Dad, having been an Imaginer, I’ve
learned that there’s a trick to getting to sit up front. Do you want to
see it?”
He said sure.
So I walked over to the smiling Disney monorail attendant and
said: “Excuse me, could the three of us please sit in the front car?”
“Certainly, sir,” the attendant said. He opened the gate and we
took our seats beside the driver. It was one of the only times in my life I
ever saw my dad completely flabbergasted. “I said there was a trick,” I
told him as we sped toward the Magic Kingdom. “I didn’t say it was a
hard trick.”
Sometimes, all you have to do is ask.
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