don't judge a book by its cover the inspirational story below illustrates the amazing potential that lies within each and every one of us. These beautiful words remind us not to move to judgment quickly, but rather to seek the hidden potential even in those many others have given up on. broken wing don't judge a book by its cover by jim hullihan some people are just doomed to be failures. Teachers literally cringed when they saw his name posted on their classroom lists for the next semester. He had flunked almost every class by the time he entered his senior year, yet was being passed on each year to a higher grade level. All the students at school had been invited to sign up for ace training, a program designed to have students become more involved in their communities.

When i showed up to lead their first retreat, the community leaders gave me this overview of the attending students: we have a total spectrum represented today, from the student body president to t.j. Somehow, i knew that i wasn't the first to hear about t.j.'s darker side as the first words of introduction. Was literally standing outside the circle of students, against the back wall, with that go ahead, impress me look on his face. The ice really melted when the groups started building a list of positive and negative things that had occurred at school that year. Felt like a part of the group, and before long he was being treated like a leader. The other students on the team were impressed with his passionate concern and ideas.

A group of teachers were protesting to the school principal about his being elected co chairman. The very first communitywide service project was to be a giant food drive, organized by the homeless project team. These teachers couldn't believe that the principal would allow this crucial beginning to a prestigious, three year action plan to stay in the incapable hands of t.j. Coggshall reminded them that the purpose of the ace program was to uncover any positive passion that a student had and reinforce its practice until true change can take place. The teachers left the meeting shaking their heads in disgust, firmly convinced that failure was imminent. It was enough to fill the empty shelves in two neighborhood centers, and the food took care of needy families in the area for 75 days. That newspaper story was posted on the main bulletin board at school, where everyone could see it.

T.j.'s picture was up there for doing something great, for leading a record setting food drive. Started showing up at school every day and answered questions from teachers for the first time. He led a second project, collecting 300 blankets and 1,0 pairs of shoes for a homeless shelter. The event he started now yields 9,0 cans of food in one day, taking care of 70 percent of the need for food for one year. The above is an essay from one of the free personal growth courses offered by peers you have not saved any essays. From simple things such as grocery items in a supermarket, to more complex decisions, such as choosing a person we want to spend our lives with, people make these decisions on the appearance of these things. And some seem to think, if the outside is flawless, then the rest must be perfect as well.

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But as with anything in life, what is on the outside isn't always what is most important. A perfect can of vegetables in the supermarket may taste bad, a book with an exciting picture may be boring, and a woman with a barbie figure may not be your best choice for a wife. Some people are based solely upon their looks, without knowing the person that lies behind the looks, whether it is in a good way or a bad way. Unfortunately, the society we live in often benefits people of superior physical attractiveness, and discriminates against those who may not be as appealing to the eyes. People that may appear flawless, or beautiful вќ, to society may gain unfair advantages in life, such as special treatment in the workplace, or contests. For example, who wants to look at an unattractive miss america? the american people have said in order to be miss america, you must be beautiful, thus discriminating against those less attractive.

People that are more attractive may also advance further and faster in their careers. But this may not always be based on the fact they are superior in their jobs, but in fact exclusively on their looks. This is unfair to others who may excel at their jobs, but are not recognized because they may not be as attractive physically as other candidates for promotion. Before you judge someone by their appearance, you should get to know that person.

Just because others have labeled them unpopular, dorky or nerdy doesn't mean that really says anything about that person. Most don't take the time to understand others and usually rely on what they hear from rumors, or what their eyes let them see. I am 16 years old, and was adopted from seoul, korea when i was three months old. I have lived in the united states my whole life, and have experienced so much hate and pain that it makes me wonder why our world is how it is. My whole life people have judged me for what they see without taking time to get to know who i really am.

All through elementary school, kids would ask the teachers why i was in their class, and tell the teachers that i was lost, because they didn't think i knew english. People would no longer keep their stupid comments to themselves, and instead said them right to my face, or loud enough so i could hear them. They would say words with such resentment and rage, without even considering their impact.

How could people be so insufferable? what had i done that they had reason to be this way to me? the agony that i hid would come out when i went to bed. At the time, things at my house weren't the best as my mother was ill and my dad was working long hours. It's not like they wouldn't listen to me, but i didn't want to burden them with my problems. As i grew, my problems grew, and instead of turning to my parents for help, i turned to alcohol and drugs at the age of 13. I no longer cared what people thought, but really it was only because i was too drunk to comprehend what they were saying. I began to disobey my parents and not come home until i decided to, and we often quarreled.

My little brother was bawling, my mother was hiding, and my father was yelling at me. I grabbed the phone and began taking my rage out on my mother, striking her with the phone. The cops told me i would have to stay somewhere else that night, which was fine with me. My whole life was going down the toilet and i was the one flushing it, though i didn't realize it. I was losing hope, and when i looked into the mirror, i didn't even know who i was looking at.

I was so upset with myself for believing that drinking was going to change how people saw me. One hot summer night, when the air was sticky and heavy and nothing in the world felt right, something happened that changed my mind about drinking. I was at a friend's house and everything felt out of place i could almost taste the evil lurking in the air. I could hear screams, and moans of agony upstairs, so i went up and saw my friend lying on the bathroom floor spouting vomit everywhere.

Her body was cold and she reminded me of a rag doll, flopping all over the place. While i was waiting for my friend to feel better, a man in his early 30's approached me. He began to pull at me in a forceful way and i could tell something terrible was going to happen. That night, as my friend was passed out upstairs from drinking, i was almost raped by a drunk.