About Me
found this stars layout at HOT FreeLayouts.com Since August 1983, I have been special. God decided for me to be born 5 days later than my due date for a reason. My grandmother appeared in 90% of my dreams as a child for a reason. I've always dreamt about her giving me gifts, and come to figure out that that dream symbolized that I possess many gifts. God let our dad leave us when I was 5 for a reason, and it was to protect me from addtional hurt that I was bound to experience in the next 15 years. God has let my mother choose the wrong guy, an alcoholic, and left us at home by our selves for us to be "enslaved" by this character for a reason, and that was that he thought I was strong and that I will make it through and that I will be an exceptional survivor. I was taken from home to home, accused of things, abused all over again, for a reason. He let all of this go on because he knew that I will be shrewd for my age. He knew that if I wasn't raised by anyone, that I would have the power to raise myself, and know more about life than an ordinary 23 year old would. He knew all of this. He has been telling me all along that I am special. In all the world, there is no one like me. Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me. No one has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my handwriting, my wittiness, my beauty, my 1 in a million persona, my style, my thoughts,. No one has my tastes for food, music, poetry nor art. No one sees things just as I do, but two people, God and Marie McCarver. No one laughs like me, no one cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry may not make you laugh and cry. You aren't bound to react to situations the same way I do. Damnit, I am special. I'm the only one in all creation who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will always be someone who is better at one of the things I am good at, but no one in this 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 eternity, no one will ever look, talk, walk, or do like me. I am special. I am a rare gem, as a matter of fact, you may never find someone like me. I am not a dime a dozen. And in that particular level of rarity, there is a great value, I need not to attempt to imitate others. I will accept and celebrate my differences. I'm Special. And I am beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose. If I don't ever settle down and marry or whatnot, then there has to be a good reason that only I and God will be able to understand. I know he has a job for me that no one else can do as well as I. Out of the billion of applicants, only one is hired/qualified, only one has the right combination of what it takes. That one is ME. Because I am special. Here I am, trying to be stopped, but still have this amazing drive to go on and do what I must do. I just thought that maybe you should know that. So before giving up on someone like myself, always keep in mind, just like I've been recently discovered, that I am and always be special.
