Sunday, 3 January 2010

New Blog

I'm going to start this blog of with a poem from Rudyard Kipling


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 allowance 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 too wise;

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 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 heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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 talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes 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!

What I think Kipling is trying to say is that if you try your hardest then you should be proud of your self.

I was thinking the other day about all these servicemen and women who go to war for us and come back injured. They do not complain, yet they do not get treated with the respect they deserve.

A lot of these people will never be able to work again but they still keep smiling. I read in a newspaper about one serviceman. This man had lost both legs in a mortar attack. He now has prosthetic legs. The gentleman wants to go back to the front line. This we all should be proud of.

I feel guilty because of the fact that I cannot work. I complain about not getting enough help from the government when ex servicemen hardly get any help at all.

There should be equallity for all. Everyone has the right to be treated with a bit of dignity.

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