A little girl walking down the street with her mother, stopped at a balloon vendor’s stand. He was selling helium-filled balloons. The child was intrigued as she watched the balloon man occasionally let go of some strings releasing a few balloons into the azure sky— blue balloons, red, green, white, black, and yellow balloons!
Marvelling that helium-filled black balloons floated as easily as red and green ones when the vendor let go of their strings, the curious child said, “Excuse me sir, how come when you let go of the balloons—green balloons, white balloons, red balloons, even black balloons—they always float up into the sky?”
The man replied, “Love, it’s not the colour of the balloon that matters. It’s the stuff inside.”
Source: As told by South African Archbishop Desmond Tutu,
no stranger to being discriminated against
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.” ― Martin Luther King Jr.
Some people were attending a seminar. The speaker, wanting to wake up the group into full consciousness, decided to start with a group activity. He gave each participant a colourful balloon. He continued by asking everyone to take some time to blow up the balloon and to write their name on it using the few indelible marker pens scattered around. Then all the balloons were gathered in an adjacent room.
The participants, now in the adjacent room with the balloons, were challenged to find the balloon bearing their name within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other and pushing around others. There was utter chaos.
At the end of the 5 minutes hardly anyone had found the balloon.
The speaker now asked the participants to randomly pick any balloon and give it to the the person whose name was written on it.
Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
Source | As I recall it being told during a seminar I attended
God Speaks to us all a little differently, hoping we’ll tell each other. | John Stewart