We traveled to South Africa for the first time in July of 2007. In preparing for the trip I read a lot about Nelson Mandela, one of the world's greatest and most inspirational leaders. He gave 67 years of his life in the struggle for justice.
"We can change the world and make of it a better place. It is in your hands to make a difference." ~ Nelson Mandela
Mandela is celebrated globally each year on July 18th in hopes to inspire others to embrace the values that he shared: freedom, equality, reconciliation, respect and peace. It is a call to action for people everywhere to take responsibility for making the world a better place, one step at a time.
In his honor I thought I would share his favorite poem:
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
"We can change the world and make of it a better place. It is in your hands to make a difference." ~ Nelson Mandela
Mandela is celebrated globally each year on July 18th in hopes to inspire others to embrace the values that he shared: freedom, equality, reconciliation, respect and peace. It is a call to action for people everywhere to take responsibility for making the world a better place, one step at a time.
In his honor I thought I would share his favorite poem:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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