We're all told from the day we come into existence that we are special. Now the facts of that are not for me to dispute, however, I am not special to you nor am special in my own eyes. But, am I allowed arguing that I'm not special to people whose lives I have been part of? It is their experience in the world, their life, but it is also mine. By some kind of hellish curse or magnificent grant of magic my life has intertwined with many, and now yours.  Buckle-up buttercup because if you intend on staying an adventure is sure to await, even if it's only in your mind. Maybe that is a little special, whether it be by my doing or yours.