I’m special. In all the world there is no one like me. Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me. No one has my smile. No one has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my hands, my voice. I’m special.
in all of time there is has never been anyone who laughs like me or cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears from anyone else, ever….
I’m the only one in all of creation who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will always be someone who is better at one of the things I’m good at, but no one in the universe can reach my quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities, and feelings.
Through all of enernity no one will ever look, talk, walk, think, or do like me. I’m special! I’m rare!
And, as 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 difference.
im 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 very special 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 one is I. Because I’m special!
