The Little Prince and me.

One morning, about 30 years ago, I was in an elevator at the Hilton Hotel in Bangkok,Thailand. Just an ordinary ride.

I had been to pay my bill and was returning to the room, ready to depart. As I entered the empty elevator, I saw a small, wet boy, approximately 10 years old, a towel around his shoulders, running from the pool, so I stuck a foot in the door. He thanked me profusely in English. I looked at him and immediately was challenged as to where does he come from? He didn’t look Thai and he didn’t fit any standard international facial representation. So, me being me, I asked him.

“I come from Bhutan, sir”

I had just come from Bhutan and was high on what a stunning place it is. So I told him this and added that I loved the name of the king, who had the great moniker of King Jigme Singye Wangchuck. His picture was everywhere.

This information was being relayed to him as the doors opened on his floor

Exiting, he turned to face me and as the doors closed, he bowed deeply and said “He is my father.”

Motto. It is often a good idea to ask a question.

ps: He is now King Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck. Google him … he is very cool looking.