This is an example essay of not judging a book by its cover

In dealing with people, you can't judge a book by its cover. Everything, or for that matter, everyone, is not as it or they seem. Every old person isn't sick, every young person isn't healthy, every poor kid isn't unhappy, nor is every rich kid happy. Things vary, therefore making people different. When I was about 12 years old, we moved into a new neighborhood. It was a very nice, "upper middle" class neighborhood. We were …

…someone dresses or acts, to never look at just the outside of a person, get to know the real, true self. To have never of known either of them would have been the biggest tragedy in my life. I would always say to both of them "your not the person I thought you were" and they would just laugh. And then they would reply with love and kindness in their eyes, "and aren't you glad?"