I Am Special

I am 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 voice.
I am 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 like 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 or cry will never provoke identical
laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.

No one reacts to a situation just as I would react.
I am special.

I am the only one in all creation who has my set of abilities.
Oh, 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 no one 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 like me.
I am special.
I am rare.
And in rarity there is a great value.

Because of my great rare value, I need not to attempt to imitate others.
I will accept--yes, celebrate--my differences.

I am special.
And I am just beginning to realize it is no accident that I am special.
I am just 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 the billions of applicants only one is qualified,
only one has the combination of what it takes.

That one is me.
Because.........I am special.