You Are Unique!

Think what a remarkable, unduplicatable, and miraculous thing it is to be you! Of all the people who have come and gone on the earth, since the beginning of time, not ONE of them is like YOU!

No one who has ever lived or is to come has had your combination of abilities, talents, appearance, friends, acquaintances, burdens, sorrows and opportunities.

No one's hair grows exactly the way yours does. No one's finger prints are like yours. No one has the same combination of secret inside jokes and family expressions that you know.

The few people who laugh at all the same things you do, don't sneeze the way you do. No one prays about exactly the same concerns as you do. No one is loved by the same combination of people that love you – NO ONE!

No one before, no one to come. YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY UNIQUE!

Enjoy that uniqueness. You do not have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else. You weren't meant to be like someone else. You do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else.

You were meant to be different. Nowhere ever in all of history will the same things be going on in anyone's mind, soul and spirit as are going on in yours right now.

If you did not exist, there would be a hole in creation, a gap in history, something missing from the plan for humankind.

Treasure your uniqueness. It is a gift given only to you. Enjoy it and share it!

No one can reach out to others in the same way that you can. No one can speak your words. No one can convey your meanings. No one can comfort with your kind of comfort. No one can bring your kind of understanding to another person.

No one can be cheerful and lighthearted and joyous in your way. No one can smile your smile. No one else can bring the whole unique impact of you to another human being.

Share your uniqueness. Let it be free to flow out among your family and friends and people you meet in the rush and clutter of living wherever you are. That gift of yourself was given you to enjoy and share. Give yourself away!

See it! Receive it! Let it tickle you! Let it inform you and nudge you and inspire you! YOU ARE UNIQUE!

& AM WISHING YOU ALL THE BEST👍👍

Billie Jean King An Advocate of Equal Rights for Women

It was not so long ago that women in the United States were treated like second-class citizens. They did not have the same basic rights as their male counterparts had. At one time, women were not allowed to vote, own property, or get education. Since those dark times, the women of America have made great strides in their struggle for equality. One of their heroes was the great Billie Jean King.

King was a professional tennis player, who gained great success during her career on the women's tennis court. She won 39 Grand Slam Titles, 12 singles, 16 women's doubles, and 11 mixed doubles. She found success in just about every venue she participated in, including the Federation Cup Championships. King's greatest accomplishment, however, was an exhibition match that took place in Houston, Texas on September 20, 1973.

The 29-year-old King, who was at the top of her professional career at the time, faced a former Wimbledon Champion, Bobby Riggs. Riggs was one of the best men's players during his prime in the late 1930s and 40s. The 55-year-old Riggs challenged King to an exhibition match claiming that the women's game was far inferior to the men's game. He said that even a 55-year-old, "washed-up" former player could beat the top woman in the world. The stage was set for the match. However, it was not much of a match at all.

King soundly defeated Riggs without much trouble. The match was later exposed for what many people claimed it would be: a showcase for King to demonstrate that women could compete against men. The victory was part of the equal rights movement that was sweeping the nation during that time. King became an outspoken advocate of equal rights for women. 

The Boy In My Neighborhood

   My first day of Middle school, I walked to the bus stop. As I stood there waiting for the bus a car stopped in front of me and he stepped out of it. I had never seen this boy before so I asked, are you a 6th grader also? He nodded his head and that was the last time I communicated with him for the rest of the year.

The next school year my friend and I were talking on the ride home from school. He was sitting in the seat behind me so I decided to include him in our conversation, So, who do you have for math? He looks at me and tells me his teacher's name, wow, so do I. I say.

he smiles, I know, you are in my class? I gave him a confused look, Really? He laughs a little, Yes, he assures me. And it was true, the next day I walked into math and took my seat. I watched the door and a minute later he walks in, looks at me, and smiles, Believe me now? he asks and I nod my head.

That was the day that started our daily conversations on the bus, in math, and even after we got off the bus since he lived in my neighborhood. Our friendship and daily talks lasted the rest of 7th and 8th grade.

the last day of 8th grade we were talking on the bus ride home, So where are you going to high school? he asks me, I tell him my future school and he gives me a big smile, That's were I am going too.

The first day of 9th grade I was super nervous. Walking around the new school, throughout the day i kept an eye out for him, but I didn't seem him once, and when I got to my finial class and noticed that he wasn't in there also i got really nervous. What if i never get to see him again? I ask myself. I wasn't happy when the final bell rang and started walking home.

But everything changed when I walked out the doors of the school and saw him walking a few feet in front of me. I called his name, and he turned and smiled. Where are you going? He asks me as he slows down, Home, the neighborhood is close enough that its an easy walk.

He smiles and i realize that he had the same idea. Even though we didn't have any classes together we would still be able to see and talk to one another everyday, after school. the rest of my freshman year I would get butterflies in my stomach as I sat in my 7th period class, waiting for the bell to ring.

Once it did I would meet up with him outside of the school and walk with him home. Even though I called him a friend, he never actually used the same label for me, and yeah we walked together almost everyday but we never exchanged numbers.

Also we never hung out even though we lived 5 minutes from each other. So on the last day of 9th grade I tried to take the next step and asked him if he wanted to hang out over the summer. This put him in a very awkward situation and even though he replied with maybe, that meant no.

I spent that entire summer worried that I had messed up whatever we had going on with us. I was scared that he would never talk to me again. And I couldn't have that happen, because that day he said hi to me in math in 7th grade was the day I fell in love with him.

And over the years my love for him had only grown stronger. I could see us possibly getting married one day, but I couldn't tell him. I didn't want him to not feel the same way and ruin everything we had built.

So I never said anything and asking him to hang out over the summer took a lot of courage, but it didn't work. I was terrified that things were over that I didn't want to end.

My first day of 10th grade was pretty easy since I knew my way around. Of course he was not in any of my classes and the only time I saw him in school was for a second in the hallway. But by some miracle, when the bell for the day to end rang, and I went outside I almost ran into him, literally. When he saw me he smiled and we started talking again.

I felt like that happiest girl ever. He acted like nothing ever happened and I was so grateful. That day I told myself that I wasn't aloud to try and take the next step, I was going to let him be in charge of that because the last day of school the year before was way to close a call.

But, every night I prayed that he would ask me for my number or ask me to hang out with him. I would wish to never loss him at 11:11. As the year continued on I started getting nervous. Nothing was happening between us when it came to communicating more.

I was scared because this was our last year of walking to and from school together. The next year we would drive ourselves to school. This meant that if we never exchanged numbers and we didn't have any classes together, than we might not ever talk again.

But I didn't have to worry about that exactly. He started acting weird after winter break. It was like the new year had changed him. He wouldn't walk home as much. Sometimes 3 out of the 5 days he would get a ride home from one of his parents picking him up, leaving me to walk alone.

After a week barley talking that's when it happened. I was walking home and I turned around and saw him walking behind me, I began to slow down for him to catch up and he did, and instead of walking next to me he went passed me with ear buds in his ears. He walked home completely ignoring me.

I thought he was just having a bad day at first. But he began to do that everyday. He would just walk home, listening to his music, not even noticing my existence. It got to the point where he began walking home a different way so he didn't have to be near me on the days he wasn't picked up.

Everyday that this happened I was left to walk home alone in the cold winter weather. He never gave me an explanation, he just cut me out of his life. I loved him and I never told him, because I didn't want to lose him.

I would try to give hints but not make anything too obvious. He never caught on. My wishes and prayers went from him asking for my number before summer began to him talking to me again. He never said a word to me after that.

It was silly of me to be scared of losing him after summer, because we never made it there. I walked home, alone, everyday after that, listening to sad songs that reminded me of him and trying not to cry. It got to the point that as soon as I got home, I would run up to my room and completely break down in tears for 20 minutes before I could control myself.

I hid my feelings from my family knowing that they would never understand. There were times in my life that I wanted to no longer live, and the thought of him made me rethink things and hold on. Now, the thought of him makes me want to kill myself even faster.

Every night I would apologize to no one for whatever I did. I somehow made him hate me or something like that. That's the worst part, I am never going to know why he stopped talking to me. My heart can't let him go, and no matter what, I still love him. But know it is obvious that the feeling isn't mutual.

I still remember that little 7th grade boy I fell in love with. I go through year books and find his pictures form 6-9th grade and compare them. He grew up in front of my own eyes, and I thought that I was going to have the honor of continuing to watch him grow and I was going to be right by his side.

I thought we were going to grow old together. Now, I don't know how much longer I have myself. Everyday is a struggle, and I can never get him off my mind. I still love him, no matter how much he has hurt me, and I always will.

I used to say I would do anything so I wouldn't lose him. Now I say I would do anything to just hear him say my same, just one more time and to get an explanation of why he hates me.

But i tried all as I could, honestly i didn't manage all what is in my mind is to give up my love by  letting him go and move on with my life. After completing everything because it is the last day of the high school, we ended up bumping into each other but instead of talking I started walking away and he stopped me while is crying "finishing high school doesn't mean am done loving you, because you are my life, My everything... I have tried to show your family how much responsible man I am and how much I love you even though they warned me to stay away from you... I loved you before you knew me, all the time we tried to be together it was special to me because even if I should stay away from you but I should not miss you.... Being picking up by my parents I was showing to your family how I respect them and their decision because they are my family too.... Please don't leave me, am ready  to face anything and won't give up because I never did since the first day I saw you"

Finally he kissed me on my forehead and hold  me in his arms for the first time, a month later I discovered that he Care and fight more for our love than me. I Saw Happiness in My family, they started trusting and like him more because they saw how responsible and Care he is.

We completed our universities, got married and live life happy forever and ever

Until now...

Always it will be!

Love is genuine ❤️ kind and sweet indeed!!

But am still wishing you all the best 👍👍

Steve Jobs The Man and His Apple Computers

Steve Jobs was a self-made billionaire, who brought personal computers into the homes of nearly every American in the country. He is credited with developing the technology that has personalized the computers. Jobs, along with his childhood friend Steve Wozniak, co-founded Apple Computers in 1976, working out of Jobs' garage.

Jobs was born on February 24, 1955 to parents who gave him up for adoption shortly after birth. He was adopted by Clara and Paul Jobs. His father was a machinist who liked to spend time with his son taking electronic components apart, and reassembling them. This is when and where Jobs developed his interest in mechanical reconstruction. Jobs was not the best student in high school. He was known as a class clown, although he was very intelligent. It was in high school that he met Wozniak.

Both Jobs and Wozniak had a great interest in electronics, and the pair was known for making computer technology smaller, cheaper, and more accessible to average persons. Jobs got his start working as a video game designer for the Atari Corporation. Once Jobs got Apple going, he sold his first computers, which were called the Apple I, for $675.56 each. The Apple I earned Jobs nearly $800,000 its first year, and that was just the beginning. The Apple II earned the fledgling company nearly $140 million, and by 1980, the company was worth $1.2 billion.

Jobs branched out his financial kingdom venturing into other businesses such as Pixar Animation Studios, which was also very successful. He briefly left Apple to found the NeXT Corporation, which produced both software and hardware, but NeXT floundered, and Jobs went back to Apple to develop iPhone and iPad. Jobs was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2003, and eventually lost his battle with cancer in October, 2011.