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 am special. No one can be found who has my hand writing. 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 am the only one in all of the creation who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will always be someone 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 played together. 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’, special. And I am beginning to realize its no accident that I’m special. I’m beginning to see that god made me special for a special purpose. He must have a job for me that no one 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

– Romanto Naibaho


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