Wednesday, April 05, 2006

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 hands, my voice, I am special.

In all of time, there has bee no one who laughs like me. No one who cries like me. And what my laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears for anybody else, ever.

I am the only one in all of creation who has this set of abilities. Oh, there will always be someboy 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.

Through all eternity, no one will ever look, talk, walk and think or do things like me. I am special. I am rare. And as in all rarity, there is value. Because of my great rare value, I need no attempt to imitate others. I will accept, yes, celebrate my differences.

I am special. And I am 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 so well as I. Out of the billions of applicants, only one has the right combination of what it takes.

That one is me. Because, I am special.

My mom gave me this when I graduated from High School. It has been one of my tool in overcoming my battle in my College years. It taught and helped me so many things, especially in times that I am in need of courage and strength for some reasons. Even at my lowest.