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Day Twenty Two

what makes you different from everyone else

Well I think it would be hard to find something about myself that no one in the world had/did the same so I will just list some of the things that I think make me special

My spotty brown eye (@annecdotal_anna has one too, can't think of a nicer lady to share an abnormal eye with), my ability to focus on the positives 99% of the time, my belief and trust in the universe, my ability to give people my complete trust despite having been hurt so many times in the past, my desire to see everyone feel good about themselves and believe, as I do, that everyone is special and valuable, my tendency to put others before myself, to help whenever help is needed without a second thought, my loyalty, my sense of humour and ability to laugh at myself, my resilience and my determination to keep getting up and doing my best.


I think all of that makes me pretty special and sets me apart from a lot of people in this mixed up world of ours.
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  1. Anecdotal Anna30 October 2010 at 14:18

    I wanna be you. Great qualities to have and certainly lacking in the big wide world more often than not these days. As for our "abnormal" eye, maybe we are just touched by angels.

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