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What's talent?

What's talent?

I recognise my talents and surly you do to? We're told when we master a skill 'oh wow Sarah-lou signing is defiantly for you'. 'Can't she put pen to paper, she should write a book'. 'Have you seen how incredible this girls cakes are? her skills are off the hook'. 'She can draw'. 'She can paint'. 'She really knows how to decorate' 'she's a really good crafter'. 'she can entertain'. 'Sarah read my cards last week my reading was insane!'.Β 
What is talent?Β 
To the lady on the bench, breast feeding baby I consider you a talented lady. I tried twice and I never did it, it's a talent for sure be confident with it.Β 
To the dad that's dyslexic but still sits with his son helping with his homework until the job is done. That's talent what an awesome guy writings so confusing to him, yet his sons grades are high.Β 
To the 94year old lady that hand delivers her Christmas cards, most days are a struggle to her but on this day she finds strength and unbelievably she walks yards.
So what about those talents the ones that don't get praised?Β 
I ask you praise them all, praise everybody until your dying days.
If talent is what people say we are I can even see beauty in that nasty scar. You can heal yourself how remarkable is that, everyone has talent and that is a fact. Everything we work at we become a master of so I consider the talents in each and everyone!

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