Judgment, dance, and tiny felt skates

Most of us have heard the axiom: “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” I had heard it but hadn’t paid too much attention to it until something happened that made the expression come alive for me. 

When I was a teenager, I was invited to a dance by a young man who belonged to the church where I was a soprano soloist. I didn’t know him very well, but he was nice—and so handsome. So, I accepted the invitation. We arrived at the dance and immediately joined the others on the dance floor. I soon found out that my handsome partner was a terrible dancer!

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