I sat down with some co-workers at lunch to play a game of Uno. Simple enough game. Match the colors or the numbers. Pass and draw if you don't have either. Play till one person runs out of cards.

Yet, there was a stranger among us. A little white card. A blank. It had the markings of an Uno card. Uno logo on back. But blank in the front. Completely white.

It wasn't a red five, or a blue eight. It wasn't a reverse or a skip. It wasn't a wild card with all the colors on it. It wasn't a draw four. It was blank.

It left everything up to the imagination.

You know the kind. Indifferent to the world around it. Not taking sides, but not making decisions, either. Doesn't speak up. Doesn't want to disrupt the flow. A coward and a peacemaker.

It was taught that if you keep quiet, you won't make enemies. You won't cause an uproar. You won't have a strange opinion. You won't ever be wrong. But you will certainly never be right. You will never be looked at strangly for standing up for what you believe in. You will never learn that there are colors that seperate the others. There are differences in moral. There are the good and there are the bad.

It wasn't taught, however, that if you don't decide where you stand for yourself, it will be done for you.

We made it a reverse draw four.