My high school had one black student. He seemed always alone. I greeted him with a smile each time I saw him, but felt too shy to do more. I never forgot this. Finally, years later I attended a motorcycle field event. My husband and I were the only two white people there. It was daunting to experience being a minority. It was organized, fun and safe in a family way. I realized at this time I had learned a degree of prejudice, and misconceptions about this great group of people. My Mom always said to accept all people as equals, but confronted with a black doctor in her later years, was afraid he could not be capable. I was ashamed. Today I work every day to live a life without prejudice. I am proud of my family for sharing this effort.