If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors 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


I love this poem of Kipling...about being a hero at least in my own mind...
I keep getting back up after disasters
and don't give up..
it's my William Wallace brave heart mentality...ready to do battle no matter what the steaks...
failing again the preassesment out of my own nerves...putting the mask on wrong while the instructor berated me over where my fingers were to create a seal... I knew that I would never meet this insecure man's standards as if no matter what , he had to prove to impartial observers that I was in some little aspect incompetent...if i did something well, he would find something else.......I don't what his deal was or just jealous that I was a much stronger swimmer than this little man... regardless of my learning disability, he was determined to show everyone that I couldn't do it...
oh well, I worked myself into almost an anxiety worried about pleasing this man that obviously didnt like me...
like a professor that I might have irked him with one of my many questions...
and regardless of how well I strived , I would never meet the midpoint of the curve of the class...
another embarassment in my quest for an escape from the disaster in the Okie Zone....

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