 Rwy'n edrych i'r ydydd, mae'r ystod yn grifflu i rhefyd, ac mae'r ystod yn grifflu i'r ystod yn rhefyd yn Y Nygwlau Cameron, Llyr flockardd leir yn Prifysgados тоch yn Peterhead. Ryf wirwch i'r wych galaeth nhw i'r adrysr y bydd. Nid yn edrych i'r adrysr yn Fath Стau Cymru yn nifer 1962, a mae hynny'n dweud 11 ynw yn Peterhead yn y penwrdd yn y ddwyll i'r Scotland a rydyn nhw eich ddull i'r ystod yn gasgrath i'r diwrn i'r cyffredinol. As a young boy I was the only person of colour at school and my parents were greatly concerned that my colour rather than character would identify me. Therefore my father told me this story which has been one of the motivators in my life. There was a man who made a living selling balloons at a fair. He had all colours of balloons including white, red and yellow. Whenever business was slow he would release a helium filled balloon into the air and when the children saw it floating high up into the sky sales would increase. One day he felt someone tugging at his jacket. He turned around and saw a little boy, a little black boy who asked the question if you release a black balloon with that also fly. Moved by the boy's concern, the man replied with empathy. Son, it's not the colour of the balloon, it's what's inside that makes it rise. The same thing applies to our lives. Our attitudes should not be determined by exterior forces but by the contentment and values that we hold to be true. A positive outlook is more than smiling in the face of problems or simplistically pretending that things are not as bad as they really are. That love, hope, integrity, while not always appearing to win through in the external circumstances of life, builds an inner strength that far outshines the alternative. Recently I was most booted out because of the continuous rain in the northeast of Scotland where I live. I wanted to give my grass its final cut of the season. As I moaned to myself about the weather I looked out my window and saw two little boys jumping in the puddles. I could hear their laughter and see their joyful expressions. They had made a choice to make the most of their day. There is a dimension to hope that is produced not by the expectation of a favourable outcome but rather by the sense of purpose in what we are doing, regardless of the outcome. Being responsible is to realise that our choices are significant. What we do affects who we are and where we will end up. In short, the choice is always up to us.