First, I must apologize for making the reference without the notation of it's source, but honestly it never occured to me that anyone wouldn't know. My mistake. Here again, I am responding to a referer I followed back, who wanted to know where it came from. It is from a Poem by Rudyard Kipling. Now, I just know you have Kipled, whether you realize it or not. He wrote "Jungle Book" as well as " Rikitiki tavi"among others, and he also wrote "IF" Which is the source of my quote, and which follows, now!
"IF"
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, and blaming it on you:
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowances for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies;
Or being hated, don't give way to hating and yet don't look too good, nor talk to wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your masters;
If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools;
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;
If you can make one head of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss;
And lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone;
And so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them, "hold on."
If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue or walk with kings, and not lose the common touch;
If neither foe nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it;
And, which is more, you'll be a man, my son.
Rudyard Kipling
I cannot recall a time when I did not" Kiple", but I was about 10 or 12 when I first read this piece. It never fails to bring a lump to my throat, and a tear to my eye. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did bringing it to you. Thanks for making me drag it out of the bookcase and blow the dust off. Even with the mousie bites and the mold spores, it is worth reading all over again, from cover to cover. Can't wait to read "Gunga Din" again!
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