A significant person in my life told me that I see the world only in black and white. She told me I had no grey area when it came to myself orreceiving it from others in my life. She fussed and made sure I knew that everything was not always black or white. She believed instead ofanswers of yes or no, I should accept a maybe or an I do not know or something from people.The reason is that things don't always go according to the way I want them to, and everyone doesn't always have an answer when I need itfrom them. When it comes to having grey areas in your life, it can be miles long, instead of a small space. So, this got my mind running andwondering, How many things have I accepted or not accepted by not being grey?I thought maybe this is how we should view race-everyone's nationality is Grey-we all bleed red blood. By viewing it this way, perhaps racismwould end. My mind shifted to the point that I no longer introduced people to my black mind or my white mind, but to the book's purpose.Also, I could have spelled it as Gray, but I like Grey better.