I am special

In the entire 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, or 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
laughters 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, in all rarity there is great value. Because of my great rare
value, I need not attempt to imitate others. I will accept ― yes,
indeed, 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 I have been made for a very special purpose.
There is a job for me that no one else can do as well as I. Out of all
the billions of job applicants, only one is qualified, only one has
the right combination of what it takes. That one is me. Because...I'm
special.

FROM neworiental English