Write, right?

Sometimes I wish I was a writer. I wish my words could sweep people away from wherever they are and take them to the most beautiful of lands. From the beaches of Normandy to the a czar's castle in Russia. But, alas, my command of the written word is unexceptional. The ability to effectively paint the pictures that find residence in my mind is lacking. I guess I just don't have the right brushes or paints. I have stories to tell and journeys to embark on but the means of travel isn't the written word. I guess oral history would have been my way of doing things. Would that make Homer my inspiration?
In the same vein I find myself appreciating the true literary greats even more. I feel that to really appreciate any type of talent you have to at least try it yourself to gain a full respect for it. For example, I can't sing to save my life. I'm ok with that. As a result I can appreciate what it takes for others to share that gift with the world. This applies to every facet of the human experience. However, I think we sometimes forget that there are things that each of us can do like nobody else. Whether we chose to recognize it or not each and every one of us harbors a special gift. Sure some may appear to me more extraordinary than others but we can all do something. The challenge is to accept what we can do and share those gifts with the world.