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?

Me: Green.

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.

Orange grass?

Who’d ever have thought I might see things from someone else’s perspective?