Never judge a book by its cover

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To the naked eye in virgin Gorda one of the most beautiful British Virgin Islands, on a warm Friday morning the woman pulling the trolley loaded with luggage towards the aircraft may not seem significant. She would be just another laborer earning her keeps to make ends meet in an ever changing world, beaten, fatigue and lonely. Her expressing in the distant however seemed indifferent.

When she reached the plane, she pulled open the side door and began to unload the luggage from the trolley unto the plane. She was quick and methodical as if she had done this many moon before. Then she was off moving swiftly and began to pack boxes this time unto the trolley. She worked quickly as if she was late for an important appointment.

“Why doesn’t she get a man to help her?” someone watching muttered half aloud.
“Equality. Anything a, man can do a woman can do and sometimes even better”. Another woman answered.
“Do you know her?” asked the first woman.
“Not really.”
Next to them the government auditor listened with a smile. He knew her. She was a millionaire. One of he wealthiest woman in the BVI.

Never judge a book by its cover.