There was a kid, Mark, at my Jr. High. Mark was one of the first mainstreamed disabled kids at my school. He had been blind since the age of two. His dad was a teacher at our school, so he was accepted.

One day, we were BSing at lunch about the civil rights movement and Mark had problems with the concept of race. He didn't remember skin tones. "People are just voices to me. I judge them by what they say." That stuck with me.

I'm quite rural, but free thinker that I am, I try to walk through life "blind as Mark" to race and other artificial dividers. There is only the HUMAN race!- Granny:hippy: