I Am Special

I Am Special

I am 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 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.
Nobody sees things just as I do.
In all of time there has been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me.
What makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears from anybody else.
EVER!
No one responds to any situation just as I respond.
I am special
I am the only one in all of creation who has my set of abilities.
There will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I am 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 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 things like me.
I am special.
I am rare.
I am unique and precious.
In all rarity, there is great value.
Because I am of great value, I need not attempt to imitate others.
I accept — yes, celebrate — my differences.
I am special and I am beginning to realize it is no accident that I am special.
I am beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose.
God has a job for me that no one else can do as well as I can.
Out of all the billions of applicants who are qualified, I am the only one who has the combination that it takes.
I am special.