A colleague shared with me that they live with colour-blindness. I confessed that I had little understanding of what the realities of this meant for them, day by day. So they gave some insight.
Them: That grass out there. What colour is it?
Them: No. Grass is orange.
The fabulousness of the statement wasn’t lost on either of us. We each took a moment to digest its true meaning.
Who’d ever have thought I might see things from someone else’s perspective?