Everyone, regardless of race, gender, ethnicity, color, etc… has that trait, or that skill, that talent that makes them who they are also known to be as being unique. Some people wish they could disappear, in other words, to become invisible, others need to transform into either a robot or their favorite cartoon characters, and so on… well, mine happen to be that I believe that I could be everything that I put my mind to. It wasn't something I wanted or anything crazy, but it was something I was lucky with. No one in the world knew my trait or my talent. One Sunday morning at nine o'clock, I went to church. Remember, church starts at nine thirty, even though my house and the church were fifteen minutes apart. That morning I dressed sharp in my gray GQ suit with my black and white bow tie and my comfortable, rather dapper black Prada dress shoes. At the time, I was eighteen and living in my own apartment. As I headed to church that morning driving on I-95 in my black 1998 Toyota Camry, nothing out of the ordinary. I was really playing, that is, listening to music. I was having a great time until I realized my not-so-luxurious car was starting to shake. I then turn the volume on my car stereo down to zero. And I carefully drove my car slowly to the side of the road. Now, as I was doing so, I heard something very much like an explosion at the place where the engine is. At that moment I knew my car was finished. After parking on the side of the road, I got out of the car, then raised the hood of my car. As I lifted it, a huge amount of smoke was coming out of the hood of my car. At that point my eyes became watery, my nose started running and I started coughing. To avoid getting sick and......in the middle of paper......ally miss something? Then I had to come to my senses. I was looking up to the sky looking for ideas, at that moment I remember what Danny said about "you can do anything in this world as long as you believe in it" as I looked up , I saw this pigeon standing on an electrical wire, then I started to wonder if I was a pigeon, I don't think I would have a problem with mounting. Then I stood up pretending I was a pigeon and started jumping. I've noticed that the more I believe I can fly, the higher I go. Then I shockingly stop, I said out loud, I can fly, at this point I had no doubt. I quickly move away from where the pigeon was sitting on the wire; I jumped one last time, and then I was flying to school. I had no wings, no cape, nothing weird. Even though having these things, people would have found it cool and intriguing, but I find it even cooler without them..