Thursday, October 18, 2012

Under the Bludgeonings of Chance My Head is Bloody But Unbowed- I am the Master of my fate and I am the Captain of my soul

The poem “Invictus” by William Ernest Hensley inspires me every time I read it. It reminds me that I am in charge of my own fate. After being wounded in Iraq I had surgery and then faced a challenging recovery process. It was not easy but with the support of family and friends I recovered and continued to serve.  This stanza causes me to reflect on this:
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Last Sunday was the 5K on the Runway at LaGuardia International Airport and another chance to defy adversity. 




 It was a fun race and the first time I had ever raced on a runway. I ran with Old Glory and also had several Team RWB team members running with me. Charging the finish line with the Flag was a great feeling as the crowd started cheering loudly when they saw me running in.  This stanza of the poem came to mind as I crossed:
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.





Here is poem in in its entirety

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.

William Ernest Henley

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