The Misner Minute: After my show last night, a slim, weathered man came up to me and said that I made his granddaughter's night when I floated her in the air. I have heard this before and I felt flattered. But then what he told me shook me to the core. At the end of my show, I always state my mission - my reason for still performing after three decades: I hope that my show brings joy and laughter to people's lives. It isn't always crystal clear if I am ever making a difference in people's lives. And I don't kid myself that I'm doing some huge public service. I'm not a first-responder - I'm not curing Cancer - I mean gimmeabreak - I'm a magician. But last night, I randomly selected a girl about 10 years old to float in the air. She was so pleased to participate and had a sweet smile on her face throughout the trick. And she really seemed to treasure the poster I gave her for being my assistant. As I later learned, that girl's mother died just Tuesday. The grandfather took the time to let me know this and it made me so sad and so humbled all at once. I know that there are lots of people in my audiences who are grieving, sad, desperate, confused, and afraid. But during the short clip of time I am performing, they can find something to chuckle about, or smile, or just make them forget for a while.