It’s been quite a long time since I wrote any inspirational blogs. Mostly because not a whole lot of good things has happened to me lately. But I have decided to share with you a little story from my childhood that still moves me even to this day.

When I was about 7 or 8 I attended a summer camp for children with visual impairments. We were doing a craft one day in small groups, colouring paper feathers with crayons to make Indian headbands. One child in our group was completely blind and would ask about each crayon as he picked it up. ‘What colour is this?’ he would ask. ‘That is purple,’ someone would reply. ‘Oh, he would say, ‘is it a colour of beauty?’ ‘Of course,’ someone would always answer. ‘That’s good,’ he would say as he would begin contentedly colouring by feel, ‘I want it to be beautiful.’