As she looked down at the ocean, she saw pictures of where she had once been. A person was standing alone on the sidelines of the old football stadium where she had once stood.
"What do you see, Child?" the Prophet asked.
"Nothing much," The child answered. "Just someone standing all alone on the sidelines of the old football field where I used to live.
"Why is the person standing alone, Child?"
"Maybe other people don't want to be around the person," the child replied.
"What makes you think that?" The Prophet asked.
"Because this person looks different."
"Is the person breathing the same air the others breathe?"
"Of course, Prophet. That's a silly question to ask."
"So, why do you think the person is different?" The Prophet asked. "I don't understand, Child. You've got to be a little bit more specific."
"Prophet, that's easy. This person has got all kind of funny colors on the skin and looks like a rainbow."
"Is that important, Child?"
"But don't you see. You have to be accepted, Prophet? You just can't look any kind of way."
"So what are you trying to tell me, Child," The Prophet replied.
"I don't quite know yet, Prophet. This multicolored person could be really cool, but the people down there find it hard to accept someone that doesn't look like they look or think like they think, and this person is all kind of colors."