I'm special.
In all the 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'm 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 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 laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.
No one reacts to any situation just as I would react.
I'm special.
I'm the only one in all of 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 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'm a symphony.
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 rare 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 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 ME.
Because..........I'm special.