When I was an infant I lost my eye sight. I never got to see a lot of things growing up. My family, famous landmarks, even colors were all visually unknown to me.I remember when I was about five, I was with my grandmother when I first heard it. Our neighbor , who was never very nice to begin with, shouted at my grandmother and called her a name I had never heard before.My grandmother later explained to me that the word our neighbor said was a derogatory term for a black person.That I would hear this term a lot though life, but fortunately it would never be used towards my mother, my grandfather, or me. I was upset and didn’t understand why someone wanted to call my grandmother or anyone those horrible names.I didn’t understand then why skin color made a difference. Even now, years later after I’ve had surgery to repair my sight. I just don’t see what everyone else is seeing. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if everyone were born blind. maybe they might see better.