Day 70 – 300 Steps to Greatness


The more I blog, the more I realize:  some things are worthy of repeating.

While on twitter yesterday, I noticed that someone I follow tweeted about “church” people who attack one another while trying to spread the same message.

I agree.

Not just online, but, in other mediums, I’ve seen “Christians” go after one another.  One denomination against another.  I guess that’s why I proudly refer to myself as non-denominational.  I’m simply a follower of Christ, trying to live the best life I can.

And it reminded me of a post, I had authored last year, entitled, “We Are One”.  I decided to repost it today, because while it pertains mainly to race, it applies to all types of prejudice, which causes people to attack one another.

Can’t understand why we treat each other in this way.

When I was a little girl, I went to a predominantly White school.

There was a kid on the bus who smelled.  I mean really bad.  He lived in a trailer park and often “stunk like a skunk”.

Kids are cruel and they would often tease him.

Sometimes I feel, that we try and make each other feel so bad.

In the third grade, I met another underprivileged and underserved person.  She was a “little person” and had gray hair.

She got teased as well.

I was teased for a variety of reasons.

They were two childhood friends I often think about and wonder how their lives turned out.  Not because they were white, but, because they were kids like me.

I shrugged off most verbal assaults.

Until it was about my child.

From the very start, we are one.

Because my daughter’s father is of mixed heritage, I was often questioned about her race.

“She’s such a beautiful baby.  She must look JUST like her father, is she mixed?”


One day while in Central Park, pushing my toddler in a stroller I was joined by a group of nannies.  When asked how long I had been with the family, I quickly replied “She IS my family!”

We’ve got so much; we could all be having so much fun…

When my daughter was in kindergarten, she came home and asked me what it meant to be mixed.  Her teacher asked her if she was.

Later that year, my daughter was playing with a neighbor’s child and came home crying.  The little girl didn’t want to play with my daughter anymore.  She said my daughter wasn’t black.

Can’t understand why we treat each other in this way.

As children we are taught what to believe and how to react to what others believe.

Taking off time, with the silly, silly game we play.

As adults, it’s our job to teach children what to believe and how to react to what others believe.

I held my daughter as I brewed a pot of coffee.

I pulled five mugs from my cabinet.

I poured a half-cup of coffee in each mug.

After getting milk from the refrigerator, I sat my daughter on my lap.

“What’s in this mug?”


As I poured a small amount of milk in the second cup, I asked, “Now, what’s in THIS mug?”


“But this one has milk and the other one doesn’t.  Is it still coffee?”


I gradually poured more and more milk into each cup.  As the coffee got lighter and lighter, I repeated the question and got the same response.

When I was done with the last cup.  I said, “No matter how light it gets when you add the milk, it’s still coffee.  No matter what color your skin is, you are a person and that’s all that matters.”

Words are powerful and have no color.  Actions are powerful and have no color.

We are one.  No matter our color.  And that’s the way it is….


5 thoughts on “Day 70 – 300 Steps to Greatness

  1. pinkdiamond81

    This was beautiful! I have 2 light children and 2 brown and I find people are cruel to them and try to divide them amongst eachother. People are cruel.


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