Don’t retire from the world until the world is sorry. I dislike a person whom pride, cowardice, or laziness runs to a corner and does nothing there but sit and complain. 21 yrs ago I was, alone, broke, with an option of being homeless or LIVING still at home, never been outside of NY/NJ hadn’t read a book in yrs and didn’t have a clue about my destiny. Now I have been to 38 countries and 42 states and have read 2534 books, lived in Europe for 5 yrs, have a wonderful family and money will never be an issue in my life.
Four yrs ago I knew nothing about playing a piano, skydiving deep-sea diving, ball room dancing, playing poker or chess, mountain climbing, fly fishing, white water rapids and flying a plane. In Jan I will graduate with my MBA ten yrs after I started and have done all the above and I know exactly where I will be and what I want.
Never quit… Never give up and never listen to critics who don’t have the courage to follow their dreams but are quick to respond to yours. They will call you “sick’ or tell you it can’t be done but they are sheep whose destiny is to always be sheep willing to be led to the slaughter-house.
Test your self always and everyday and when we are no longer able to change a situation we can always be challenged to change ourselves.
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 impostors 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 breathe 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!