Few reflections ago, I posted about race with the meaning of car race.
This time a bit different:
I came across this wonderful story:
A small black boy went to a fun fair and saw this man selling balloons.
He let one red balloon free and it soared very high, attracting a few new buyers.
Then he let soar a yellow one and then a white one.
The small boy went to the man and asked:
'If you let the black balloon go, will it soar high as well?'
the man replied:
'Yes, The outside color does not matter, what matters is what is inside the balloon.'
Isn't this a wonderful story?