Unforturnately, I am not genetically altered nor do I have any mutant capabilities.

I do not belong to a superior or inferior race or culture.

I am not a member of a secret league of extraorginary gentlemen or women.

When I turned 11, I did not receive a magical invitation to attend Hogwarts.

I am still unable to read other people's thoughts or see through their cloths, but I'll continue to try every day.

Aliens have not yet found any interest in me. And no supernatural or divine entities have talked directly to me.

I am not a double, triple, or secret agent working for a undisclosed branch of the intelligence community.

I'm not much of a drinker, of people's blood. Although I guess that type-A is delicious, the blood bank always seems to be out.

I do not own a car that can talk to me, transform into humanoid mechanical warriors, nor shoot rockets from a hidden compartment behind the grille.

All in All, I'm a normal guy, expect for that one extraordinary gift...