Perceptions

D David Wood David Wood
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One afternoon last summer I Sat at my local lake, as I once Did with Clara, my now departed Yellow Labrador. A friend of mine, Len, born in The Caribbean, came and sat Next to me for a chat. He's an Octogenarian with two small dogs. I wore my gardening clothes, a Pair of faded blue jeans and an Old tee-shirt, he just as scruffy Wearing his faded golf clothes. You get all sorts walking around This lake, mums with pushchairs, Joggers doing their workout, and Many dog walkers. A well dressed business man in A posh suit with a limp walked up And looking at us rolled his eyes And frowned. We were too scruffy. After he walked past I said to Len I could have managed his accounts And you could have operated on His limp. He grinned. I, a former management accountant And financial controller, and Len a Respected retired surgeon. As they Say, never judge a book by its cover. I have never forgotten this episode As we all have preconceptions about People we see in our day-to-day Lives, and we should be less critical. As it's more important to get on with The people we meet every day and Build on relationships, than to put Up barriers based on perceptions.

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