For a little while it seemed as if I must fly to pieces with the inward turmoil, when suddenly the still small voice whispered in the depths of my soul, "Be still, and know that I am God."

Fly around on your broomstick and blow everything in your way to pieces.

At this time, an honor guard of elementary school students the balloon hand a loose, thousands of, colorful balloons scrambling to fly in the blue sky, flying high, like pieces of colorful clouds.