I’m Special
I’m Special
I’m special. In the entire world there is 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 hair, my hands, my voice.
I’m special. In all of time there has been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laugher and tears from anybody else, ever.
I’m the only one in all of creation who has my set of qualities. Oh, there will always be somebody who is better can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas and feelings.
Through all of eternity 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 value I need not to attempt to imitate others.
I’m special. And I’m beginning to realize it’s no accident that I’m special. I’m beginning to see that God makes me special for a very special purpose. He must have a job for me that no one else cam do so 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’m special…
