This kind of interaction will show you how much the smallest thing can mean

A young woman was standing on the sidewalk in her finest clothes. Many others stopped to ask if she needed assistance or where her parents were.

But no one noticed or cared when she stood in
ragged and unclean clothes. It was a terrible truth that people judged her primarily on her outer looks and did not recognize her worth as a human being.
This behavior made it difficult to foresee a future
where everyone would be treated equally, regardless of their financial standing or physical attractiveness. It was sad that some people’s lives were judged more important than others merely because they had more money or were more attractive.

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