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Sheldon Kopp

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We make a mistake if we ask ourselves, "Am I good enough?" or "Is it worthwhile to be me?" ... Whoever heard of a baby who was inadequate or a child who did not know just exactly how to be a child? How could it not be all right for me to be me? How could it not be just right for you to be you?
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