One of my favorite people was Walt Disney. He left a rich legacy to the world. But when he first started out, Disney couldn’t sell his cartoons in Kansas City, was told by many he had no talent. But he had a dream he believed in and, more importantly, he believed in himself. At long last, he found a minister who agreed, for small pay, to let him draw pictures for church events. Disney had no place to stay and the same church offered their garage for his abode. The garage was infested with mice, Disney began drawing one of those mice, and the rest is history. I wonder what those Kansas City people who turned him down say now about the ambition of Walt Disney?