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You are Wonder Woman
Wonder Woman
85%
Supergirl
80%
The Flash
75%
Green Lantern
70%
Batman
65%
Superman
55%
Hulk
55%
Iron Man
55%
Robin
50%
Spider-Man
35%
Catwoman
25%
You are a beautiful princess
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HEAVEN’S VERY SPECIAL CHILDA meeting was held quite far from Earth“It’s time again for another birthâ€,Said the Angels to the Lord above,“This Special Child will need much Love.â€â€œHis progress may seem very slow,Accomplishments he may not show;And he’ll require extra careFrom the folks he meets down there.He may not run or laugh or play,His thoughts may seem quite far away.In many ways he won’t adapt,And he’ll be known as handicapped.So let’s be careful where he’s sent;We want his life to be content.Please, Lord, find the parents whoWill do a special job for You.They will not realize right awayThe leading role they’re asked to playBut with this child sent from aboveComes stronger faith and richer love.And soon they’ll know the privilege givenIn caring for the gift from Heaven.Their precious charge, so meek and mild,Is Heaven’s Very Special Child.â€THE MISUNDERSTOOD CHILD
-Author UnknownI am the child that looks healthy and fine.
I was born with ten fingers and toes.
But something is different, somewhere in my mind.
And what it is, nobody knows.I am the child that struggles in school,
Though they say that I'm perfectly smart.
They tell me I'm lazy - can learn if I try -
But I don't seem to know where to start.I am the child that won't wear the clothes
Which hurt me or bother my feet.
I dread sudden noises, can't handle most smells,
And tastes - there are few foods I'll eat.I am the child that can't catch the ball
And runs with an awkward gait.
I am the one chosen last on the team
And I cringe as I stand there and wait.I am the child with whom no one will play -
The one that gets bullied and teased.
I try to fit in and I want to be liked,
But nothing I do seems to please.I am the child that tantrums and freaks
Over things that seem petty and trite.
You'll never know how I panic inside,
When I'm lost in my anger and fright.I am the child that fidgets and squirms
Though I'm told to sit still and be good
Do you think that I choose to be out of control?
Don't you know that I would if I could?I am the child with the broken heart
Though I act like I don't really care.
Perhaps there's a reason God made me this way -
Some message He sent me to share.For I am the child that needs to be loved
And accepted and valued too.
I am the child that is misunderstood,
I am different - but look just like you
