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, nose, my hair, my hands, my voice.
No one can be found who has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my tastes for food, clothing, 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 produce
identical laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.
I’m 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’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…like hand blown glass
or a great master’s painting
And in all rarity, there is great value.
Because of great 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 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!!!
Composed by Elizabeth Anne Richards – Schurg in 1968
at age 14, for a Creative Writing Class
Taught at St. Mary’s High School. Royal Oak, Michigan