When I was babysitting my niece Rachel, I learned that all the world’s problems could be solved with either cheerios or the leftover birthday decorations of a pink shiny balloon. And after last night’s experience, I’m looking for mine. For the first time in my young life I was told because I believe something different, it made me too different from someone. While rationally I understand we all have our differences, emotionally, I never thought something I decided for myself ten years ago would be such a defining characteristic in that moment. I wish we could all be as tolerant as we think we are, and I hope I find my pink shiny balloon again. Or cheerios.