“Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game – play it. Life is a challenge – meet it. Life is a dream – realize it. Life is a sacrifice – offer it. Life is love – enjoy it.” — Sai Baba
This tale might be considered to be more fact than mere fiction.
The basis of this dream is an innocent question posed by a five-year-old little girl , Marcie, who happened to look across a school playground and noticed a few balloons desperately clinging to some dried brush on a very windy afternoon.
She asked her grandmother if there was a balloon man who picks up these strays. A good question and the basis of this story.
Her grandmother told her that she did not know if such a person existed. Marcie assured her that he did exist because she had dreamt of him gathering up all the stray balloons in the world and taking them to a safe haven for storage.
To make a long story short the next day I noticed this gentleman in the school yard rounding up all the balloons that the wind had blown from a nearby residence that was celebrating a birthday party.
If this is a question of what came first the chicken or the egg I can truthfully admit I do not know. All I know is that this guy was only collecting the balloons and placing them carefully in his sac.
Sometimes life is a mysterious adventure filled with many unknowns.