For some unfathomable reason that only the omnipotent can clarify, people appreciate my existence on earth more than they should. The best explanation I can give is that I always acknowledge everybody’s presence. Some say I’m perfect, because I have so many imperfections. Oddly enough, I have an even number of negatives that by multiplying them, they as a whole, become a positive, ergo, reaching perfection. But if I really had to describe myself in one word, it would be 'MODEST'.