I'm not sure how epic this will sound unless you're a fellow Disney nerd, but for me, it was pure magic - with a dash of humiliation.
Years ago, I was a bright-eyed new leader attending the annual Disney Leadership Convention, eager to soak up wisdom from anyone who'd talk to me. It was held at Disney's Coronado Springs Resort, and I had packed my schedule with every breakout session, panel, and keynote I could possibly attend. I was determined to squeeze every drop of pixie dust out of the experience.
But here's the thing: I cannot be late. Like, it's a deep physiological response. So there I was, racing through the convention center, eyes glued to my itinerary, speed-walking like the fate of the free world depended on it. In my haste, I forgot the first tenet of Disney cast safety: "Safe-D begins with Me."
And that's when it happened.
I plowed full force into someone - actually knocked them down - papers flying, bag askew, a human whirlwind of apologies. Flustered and mortified, I helped him up, apologized about a thousand times, and dashed off to my next session. There was a speaker I couldn't miss: a Disney legend. The last living connection to Walt himself.
I made it just in time, slightly winded, and took a seat in the front row, still shaken but excited.
Then the speaker walked in.
It was him. The man I bulldozed minutes earlier.
Marty. Freaking. Sklar.
My stomach dropped. My face flushed. He spotted me instantly, gave me a grin, and with perfect showmanship said, "Well, I'm honored that you were so excited to hear me speak," and winked.
I wanted to crawl under my chair.
But instead, I sat up straight, took a breath, and hung on his every word. I don't remember what sessions I missed that day, but I remember everything Marty taught me - about creativity, legacy, leadership, and yes… remembering to slow down and breathe.
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Amy Sessions
Division Manager, Utility Customer Service
City of Clearwater
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