The little boy

A small black balloons look a merchant on the street. his eyes
sparkle. There are balloons of all colors, red, blue,
white, black, yellow ...

The old man selling balloons saw the boy
hesitates, then takes his courage and approached him.

"Say, sir, is it that black balloons fly as high
than others? "

The old gentleman was almost a tear in his eye. He takes the boy
in the arms, installs it on a wall and said:
"Look"

He drops all the balloons that fly cluster and rise,
rise, rise into the sky until it disappears all so
they are high.

"Did you see?"

"Yes"

"Is the black balloons are mounted as high as the
others? "

"Yes sir"

"You see, my boy, balloons, it's like men.
The important thing is not color, not the outside.
No, the important thing is what there is in them. That there is a
in you that makes all the difference in your life. "