"Dedicated to every human
being who looks different, feels
different, and thinks differently.
I see you. I feel you. I am you.
Stay different. Our world needs
the difference we make."
~Qasim Chauhan
I was always different . . .
Parents belonged to an unusual
religion. Brother was both blind
and special. Impoverished, hard
working people . . .
No way in hell could I be cookie
cutter! Part of me got quite a kick
out of this, yet another part of me
longed to be part of the crowd . . .
The good thing is, one grows out
of the longing and salutes the
being!
My father was a true eccentric; the
older I get, I find the more I am as
well. Praise gods for small favors!
Looking back, I have to ask, "What
gifts have eccentricity brought into
my life?"
Glorious kids, phenomenal students,
unusual life experiences, the oddest
of gifts, interesting people, strangest
of dreams . . . the rare . . . ever and
always the rare!
color me grateful
outside the lines every time
doesn't cover it!!!
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