I repeat everything.
I am sure I have posted this eleventy eleventy million times.
We survived yesterday.
My Kaish is a stronger person for what he had to endure.
And look what else he did!
He got braids.
He has a little hair system in place.
Every winter he grows his hair long
so he has an automatic hat.
I think it is brilliant : )
My black friends -
and even some of my white friends,
now that I think about it-
think this is ridiculous : )
They tell me that sort of hair went out in the 70’s.
If Kaish wants a hat of hair,
well knock himself out.
Life is too short to care about that sort of thing.
In the spring he gets it braided.
Then it gets cut so he can swim thru the water like a dolphin.
In my opinion,
it is pure perfection.
If by 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 wornout 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!
Thank you for all of your prayers yesterday.
It meant so much.
Do you like the ‘if’ poem?