I am not perfect. I live on the planet Earth where humans live. Humans aren’t perfect. Never have been. Never will be. So I don’t always wear the right clothes. And I don’t always use the right shoes. My memory sometimes fails me. I don’t look like a fashion model. I don’t cook like a French chef. I don’t always do what people expect of me. I am human. I am imperfect. But there is no one else like me in this whole wide world. I am unique. I am a miracle.