People say they can't hear me when I talk. Not because they are deaf but because my voice is too soft. So much so that I often have to repeat what I want to say a couple of times before I'm heard. Some friends have suggested that I buy a loudspeaker and bellow through it so that the whole world can hear. But I don't think that's a good solution to the problem. When I was born, God gave me a soft voice because he knew I wasn't going to be a politician or an activist or someone who needs to bawl my head off. And God is always right. I love my golden voice and am going to keep it.
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