One Yellow Balloon

Once in college, I was for some reason feeling down.  I walked through the student center and bought myself a yellow balloon.  53 cents with tax.  And I walked it home as I trudged through the snow.  It bounced up and down and brightened up the gray and white snowy afternoon.  A few fellow pedestrians asked if it was my birthday.  I told them no, but that no one can avoid smiling while carrying a yellow balloon.

The next few months, I would buy myself another balloon now and then.  Then a friend needed one.  Then my two roommates started meeting after class on Fridays to each buy a balloon.  We would return to our apartment, ponder for inspiration on who might need a little yellow balloon in their life, make the anonymous cards, and tie them to their door knobs.

Once when my heart was broken, my friends filled my bedroom with yellow balloons.  Another time, a friend gave me a uninflated one, just in case I ever needed one.

No one can avoid smiling with a yellow balloon.

So, this blog is to pass on a virtual yellow balloon or two.  You are far away, and I can't be there.  But I can post a yellow balloon for you.  Maybe advice.  Maybe a memory.  Maybe a thought.  Maybe a mantra.  

Just so you know I'm thinking of you.  And I want you to know you can come here, if you need a little pick me up.  Because I'm always here, whenever you need me.  And I believe in you.  So much.  Imagine this balloon in a corner of the room, floating there to remind you I love you.  I'm always in your corner.

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