A few days ago my wife and I took our 7 year old son to school chapel. We live in the highlands of Kenya, apparently not far from where your mother’s family came from. During the ceremony the poem ‘Invictus’ was read out, I’m sure you’re well versed with this particular poem. My wife leant across with tears in her eyes and whispered “Oscar” to me.
This poem is larger than life, as you are Oscar.
You can do this.
Never forget that you are the master of your soul.
Just keep going.
INVICTUS – Unconquerable soul
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.