A young Black child stood watching the balloon man at the County Fair. There were balloons in all colors. Suddenly, a red balloon broke loose and soared high up into the air.
So many people were attracted to the incident that the vendor thought that it might be good business to let another one go. So he let a bright yellow one slip free. Then a white one.
The little child stood looking at a Black balloon. Then, the child asked, "Mister if you sent the Black one up, would it go as high as the others?"
The balloon man, with an understanding smile said, "Sonny, it isn't the color. It's the stuff inside that makes it rise."
The balloon man, with an understanding smile said, "Sonny, it isn't the color. It's the stuff inside that makes it rise."
8 comments:
Hi Villager, you use a brilliant metaphor here to put across a very important point.
Keep up the great work!
That was a nice story. Makes you think :)
nice story, it does make you think
thanks for sharing
Awesome, Villager! I must link to that from my site.
And still I rise...
Peace and Blessings always!
I really appreciate this analogy. As it concerns race matters, it is very true and in the end, no matter your color, what you are made of internally will determine how far you will go in life.
Great post indeed!
:::Marcus LANGFORD:::
Ditto on the metaphor. I'm linking it too.
All - Asante sana for the kind feedback...
This is a great post. I enjoyed reading it. The bottom line message is great!
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