{"id":22349,"date":"2021-10-26T14:49:36","date_gmt":"2021-10-26T14:49:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ucf.edu\/pegasus\/?p=22349&post_type=story"},"modified":"2021-11-12T19:04:28","modified_gmt":"2021-11-12T19:04:28","slug":"why-i-still-believe-in-magic","status":"publish","type":"story","link":"https:\/\/www.ucf.edu\/pegasus\/why-i-still-believe-in-magic\/","title":{"rendered":"Why I Still Believe in Magic"},"content":{"rendered":"
Fall 2021<\/em> | By George A. Kalogridis\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\u201976<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
It was the summer of 1971. The traffic of I-4 was a distant\u00a0hum as I stood in a huge, meandering line, wending its way\u00a0toward a temporary building at the far end of a dusty field.<\/p>\n
It was hot, the few cabbage palms providing no\u00a0usable shade, and I fanned myself with the interview appointment\u00a0postcard Disney had mailed me. When I\u2019d\u00a0received it, getting a job had seemed like a sure thing. After\u00a0all, thousands of people were needed to run the new resort\u00a0that everyone in Central Florida simply referred to as\u00a0\u201cDisney World.\u201d<\/p>\n
But, in making small talk with the people in line, I\u00a0discovered that they were literally rocket scientists who\u00a0had worked on the Apollo space program.<\/p>\n
I was 17 years old with a diploma from Winter Haven\u00a0High School. My competition for the job had recently\u00a0sent a man to the moon.]<\/p>\n
All of a sudden, that sure thing didn\u2019t seem nearly\u00a0as certain.<\/p>\n