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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!
As I sat on the sidelines during a break, another young man from the same church made a beeline for me. I thought, “Oh, no. He’s going to ask me to dance!” He was not high on the handsome scale. Sure enough, he asked me. The music started up again, and off we went to dance. Was I in for a surprise! He waltzed me across the floor as if I were Ginger Rogers. He was a fabulous dancer and made me feel fabulous, too. At the conclusion of the waltz, I decided he was actually pretty good-looking!
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