Some years ago I worked with a man from Romania. He was a colorful fellow and quite bright. However, he was not, well, how should I say, an example of humanity that anyone would want to see walking the runways of Milan or Paris. He was about 5 foot tall, weighed over 300 pounds, and his face was creased and pock-marked. I remember a conversation that we had one day where he was talking about his wife, who I knew as she also worked in my group. He told me that he did not marry his wife for her looks but for her brains. While she was rather plain looking, she was certainly in shape and quite engaging. I found it sadly amusing how this man, given what he looked like, could judge another so harshly, especially the person who should be the most important in his world. Yet he never considered that what he was saying was the least bit out of line. Actually, the same scenario plays out with me far too often. I judge others in areas where I am just as guilty or lacking. I am as blind toward myself as anyone else.
