When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.
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When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.
Back home and in our village we may not be seen as anyone special. But out there, there are millions of people who think we are special in what we do. Whether you're a singer or fantastic artist, whatever.
I always smile at that... because back home you're just a mom or dad, who mows the lawn, sweeps the floors, washes clothes or cooks their food!