Once, an old man who sells balloons bought a new tank of high quality helium gas. While filling up the balloon, he only managed to fill up one black balloon. Then he found out that the tank was broken and it couldn’t be used any more. While waiting for the new tank to arrive on warranty, he filled the other balloons with ordinary helium.
While selling it in the carnival, a young boy came up to the old man, quietly searching for his favorite balloon. The young boy saw a black balloon floating high above all the others and it is the only balloon that flow, turn and dance when the wind blow. Unfalteringly, he chose the black balloon.
“There are so many bright colorful balloon some even have colors of the rainbow. You sure you want the black one?” asked the old man. The young boy noded, without hesitate.
“The black balloon is the best balloon I’ve ever see,” answered the young boy.
So, the old man handed him the black balloon. While the young boy pays the money, the old man grips his hand and said, “Remember, it is not the color of the balloon that makes the balloon dance. It is the air inside the balloon that gives him the quality,” leaving the money in the young boy’s hand.