My weaknesses are a vast ocean from which rises the smallest island of strengths. I am terrible at almost everything there is in this universe. Yet, I need only be good at one thing to change the world. Einstein was terrible at every sport, he could not sing or play an instrument, his baking was rubbish, he didn’t know how to co-ordinate his clothes, he knew nothing about hill sheep farming, and the list could go on and on and on because, well, Einstein was rubbish at almost everything. But the one thing he was good at changed the world, and that is all that any of us need keep in mind. My little island, whatever it is, is enough. The ocean is vast, endless, but, if I sit on my island, I am strong.