I think most people on this site will (or have)appreciate this poem. It probably fits most of you.

William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

Invictus

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.

Martial Art Style Tand Soo Do Mi Guk Kwan, Haedong Gumdo

The First 4 Lines sums up what the Power company is going thru here right now, I just pulled another 24 straight, and took 6hrs rest and am going back into the fray, another wind storm while I was sleeping and we are back to thousands without power, see ya
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Martial Art Style Tang Soo Do