Never Judge a Book by Its Cover

Never Judge a Book by Its Cover

Sierra Beckham English 1301.103 Never Judge a Book by its Cover Viewing my home from the outside you may think an elderly couple who have fallen behind on their outside chores must live there. Or maybe even a non English speaking family because of the home’s location. In reality nothing is quite what it seems. You can tell the neighborhood has been through a lot by how tired and dull it’s exterior is. There are no sidewalks, and the trees are tall and untrimmed. The roads are cracked and uneven, and the grass is yellow and dying. From the outside my neighborhood looks unwelcoming and out of date. We should never judge a book by its cover. As humans we tend to focus on the exterior and come to a decision on whether or not we like the person, place, or thing we are encountering. Instead try to focus on the possibilities of that object, instead of perceiving it only as a negative force. At one time this tired neighborhood was prime real estate. Built in the 1950’s this communitywas considered luxury living with lavish commodities. Imagine a typical American family in the simple 50’s moving into this neighborhood. They probably thought that they had finally made it big, it was their time to shine. New paint, new grass, new concrete, new everything! But that was fifty years ago, and the future snuck up too fast for this old neighborhood. This community is a blast from the past with no central cooling, burnt orange brick, and one car garages. The electrical outlets still have only two holes instead of three. There are no cable hook ups to be found. And there is still a place in the backyard to hang your wet laundry. Once upon a time these homes were on the edge of technology, now it is lacking in crucial necessities that today’s homes are never built without. I found out that my boyfriend’s parents owned a home in this neighborhood. They had been very cheap. Instead of making the house better this family made an even bigger mess inside. They were...

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