

Each year on the anniversary of when I got back my stem cells to cure my cancer, I read Invictus 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.
I read it a bit early this year for this - this July 12th it will be 20 years unbowed.




Nice! I’ve taken mine out of the box and once I saw all of the book covers I set it aside for a little bit. That was a couple of months ago.