The Colour Blind Story

It’s a Sunday evening and I think we could all use something to smile about – other than stores gearing up for Christmas (Christmasy things are kind of my favourite).

Before I get too ahead of myself and start singing Christmas carols, I want to share a memory that always makes me smile. When my brother was in fourth grade, his class was doing a unit on disability. His teacher asked the class if they knew anyone with a disability. Knowing that my brother is my sibling and hoping he would answer his teacher awaited his response. A few seconds later, my brother said, “I do! My dad is colour blind!”

Sometimes how you see yourself isn’t actually how the people who matter see you.

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