While I was shucking corn for lunch, I discovered that not all corn cobs are created equal. One cob was deformed and odd. But it turned out to be just as sweet and delicious as the others. Once again I am reminded of this truth in people—that initial, external impressions don’t always reflect the quality of a person’s character. In making cursory judgments, I am fallible. I don’t know the trials that someone has experienced to make the exterior rough or unrefined. Only after walking in their shoes can I fully understand. Perhaps my misshapen cob of corn was planted at the end of the row where machinery ran over it. Or maybe it didn’t receive the same nourishment as the other stalks of corn. Whatever the circumstance, it produced a cob of corn that was different from its neighbors. “Do we see the beautiful soul of a brother or sister, or do we only see that person’s earthly tabernacle? If we can learn to see the inner man and woman, we will be seeing as God sees, and loving as He loves” (Dallin H. Oaks). My hope is that I will make efforts to see into the soul of all people to discover their true worth.