Treasure Island

john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

The Real Special Person


honour is feeling you are special
because you have made others
feel good about being themselves

they cannot but turn back to tell you
that you are so special a person

the real special person is one who
wins that admiration from the heart of friends
not through any hint of force, superiority
or indebtedness

Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Edited: Friday, February 04, 2011

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  • Alison Smith (3/21/2007 2:14:00 PM)

    My motto is to treat others as I wish to be treated no matter what they may do to me...

    I dont seek or want a title... just a smile and a hug sometimes....

    Nice concise words here...

    Alison (Report) Reply

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