I’m 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’m special. No one can be found who has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my tastes for food, clothing, music or art; no one sees things just as I do. In all of time there has been no one who laughs like me, no one cries like me, and what makes me laugh and cry will never produce identical laughter and tears from anyone else, ever.
I’m the only one in all creation who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will always be someone who is better at one of the things that I’m good at; but no one in the universe 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 no one can match the symphony sound when all are played together. I’m a symphony.
Through all eternity, no one will every look, talk, walk, think or do like me. I’m special, I’m rare. And in all rarity there is great value. Because of my great value, I need not attempt to imitate others…I will accept, yes, celebrate my differences. I’m special and I’m beginning to realize it’s no accident that I’m special. I’m beginning to see that God made me special for a purpose. He must have a job for me that no one else can 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 is me, because I’m special. Anonymous