Sometimes constant flash pictures can drive me to… intense annoyance. I’m frightfully sensitive to the bright lights, you see. They often lead to migraines. But I suppose I wouldn’t label that as a “strong feeling.”
Let’s see, strong feelings… Ah, I think I know what you mean.
We have a lot of young guests who visit our parks who are very sick. Disney works hand in hand with certain organizations and sees to it that these children and their friends and families have a magical time together before… before they have to say good bye.
It’s not the buttons, or the logos on their shirts, or even the tour guides with them. I can tell by simply looking at their auras that these far too young souls have little time left in this world. And I want to hug them, and tell them they have nothing to be scared of. And I want to answer any questions they have, and—and I just want to comfort them as much as possible. And I can’t really do that. I can’t do any of that, because it’s not my place to, and the last thing I should do is remind them of what they’re escaping from, even if it’s just for a day. I hate what Fate has dealt them. They’re too young. They’re too young to leave