I'M SPECIAL

I'm special. 
In all the world there's
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's 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 nobody 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
combinations 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, in all rarity,
there is great value. 
Beacause 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.

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