I was always told I was special. And I was also assured that I had a gift and a purpose.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I had discovered that I'm much less special than I thought I am. So whatever I find true for myself, other people might also relate to.
Some of the things I've done are really special.
My father was an artist. When life was harder and he couldn't get jobs, he painted houses, but he was artistic. When I went to see his work, it was special. Somewhere along the line, I felt I was special. I didn't know why.
No matter what age you are, or what your circumstances might be, you are special, and you still have something unique to offer. Your life, because of who you are, has meaning.
People get successful and they start saying, 'Well of course I am! I was chosen! I'm special!' No, you're not.
I learned at Yale, one of the biggest lessons was to learn how special I am and therefore how totally unspecial I am. I was special among everyone else who was special. The fact that we're all so individual and that's what makes us special.
My family do not think I'm special - not one, one bit.
I've been in things that have impressed people and they've come up to congratulate you but in a kind of, you-must-think-you're-really-special way.
I grew up in a country that I thought was special. And it was.
I'm not special, no more special than anybody else.