I AM SPECIAL

I am special. In all the world, there's nobody like me.

Since the beginning of time, there has never been another
person like me. Nobody has my smile; nobody has my eyes, my
nose, my hair, my hands, my voice. I am special.

No one can be found who has my handwriting.

Nobody anywhere has my tastes for food or music or art.
No one sees things just as I do.

In all of time there's been no one who laughs like me,
no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will
never provoke identical laughter and tears from
anybody else, ever.

No one reacts to any situation just as I would react.
I am special.

I'm the only one in all creation who has my set of abilities.
Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the
things I'm good at, but no one in the universes can reach
the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities, and
feelings. Like a room full of musical instruments,
some may excel alone, but none can match the symphony sound
when all are played together. I am a symphony.

Through all of eternity no one will ever look, talk, walk, think
or do like me. I am special. I am rare.

And, in all rarity there is great value.

Because of my great rare value, I need not attempt to imitate
others. I will accept-yes, celebrate-my differences.

I am special. And I am beginning to realize it's no accident
that I am special. I am beginning to see that God
made me special for a very special purpose.
He must have had a job for me that no one else could do as
well as I. Out of all the billions of applicants, only one
is qualified, only one has the right combination of what it takes.

That one is me. Because......I am special.


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