This might be along the lines of TMI, but here goes-
In the early '90's DH and I were trying to have a baby. I had already had 1 miscarriage, and got preg. again. Well, I miscarried again. I was working for my Father and it was our busy season, so against Dr. orders I went back to work 3 days after my D & C. I was not ready to face everything. I found myself getting upset, so I walked outside. My Father followed me out and started yelling at me. Telling me that he could not understand why I was upset and crying that I did not loose anything and if I could not pull it together then he was going to fire me. Great Father, I know. I called my DH and explained what was going on. He told me to go home and rest. The following day my DH woke me up told me to pack, we were going to WDW. Without me knowing, DH called my Dr. to see if I was ok to travel, then he called the airline, got tickets, booked a hotel and rental car. We took a very long weekend in "The happiest place on Earth". DH treated me like a princess the whole weekend, and it seemed like everyone I can in contact with knew that I needed some special magic. So for me, WDW was a happy place for me when it seemed my life was turning upside down.