When I was little, we went to church. Every Sunday.  Looking back on it now, it is striking for me to remember.  The Sundays in church were entirely white.  A sea of white faces.  The only black face was when a priest came from Africa.  At the time, that all seemed so normal.  My School was completely white, my church was completely white, and my street and neighborhood were completely white.

I am so glad and grateful that my life has taken on so much color.  All those colors of the rainbow were absent, when I was young. However, you can’t miss what you are never exposed to.   You can’t miss the taste of chocolate, if you have never tasted it.  You can’t crave a mango if you have never had one.  So go out everyone and have some chocolate, eat a mango, and think about your life, and what you may be missing, and are clueless that it is lacking from your life.  Then try to go get it.  A Rainbow is much more magical than a sheet of white paper.