Years ago I rescued Andrew Jackson and George Washington in Anaheim.
Excuse me; I’m getting ahead of myself.
When I was about twelve years old, I found $63 (three 20s and three 1s) under this bench in Frontierland at Disneyland. And for 30 seconds, I was the happiest kid at what is widely known as the “Happiest Place on Earth.”
But thirty-one seconds later, this conversation ensued!
Dad: We’ll have to wait here for a few minutes to see if someone comes back looking for it.
Me: WHAT! WHY?
Dad: Because it’s the right thing to do.
Fifteen minutes later …
Me: Can we go now?
Dad: Five more minutes.
No one came. We left. And I was $60 richer! (My little brother coaxed me into giving him the three 1s, which I somewhat reluctantly did.)
Every year that my wife and I take our kids to Disneyland, I recall how happy I was that day! But more importantly, I remember the valuable lesson that my father taught me.
And while I also learned that money doesn’t buy happiness … it does buy roller skates! Which is what I used the money for when we returned home.
Rock, skate, roll, bounce!by