I share here as one who is no more and no less special than anyone else. The image that often arises is that of a flower radiating its particular fragrance naturally. The flower (I imagine) feels no pride, no compulsion, nor is it self-conscious.  It does not doubt its value nor compare its color, form, scent (or lack of scent) to any other growing thing.  To be its beauty, to emanate its fragrance is simply (and exquisitely) is its essential nature, its purpose for existing.