The following entry is the result of Corey hearing a news broadcast about Nelson Mandela passing away. She asked many questions about who he was and what happened to him. She then asked to write something…
Hi everyone its corey,
I heard something tonight and I realized it was really the way I am. Nelson Mandela was a prisoner. Sometimes I feel like I am a prisoner in my own body because of my brain injury. Nelson Mandela read something while he was in prison that he used to stand up when really all he wanted to do was to lie down. It was a poem about not giving up; which I can not find any more true because after all that is my motto to never give up and never give in.
I have been afraid and really I think he was too.
he taught us how to turn things around and not be trapped by what we are going through.
Everyone that’s reading this I hope Nelson Mandela inspires you to get through your day to day life especially when you are afraid, xoxo
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Invictus (Latin for ‘unconquered’)
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.