Archive for July, 2014

All you have to do to win, is rise each time you fall

July 31, 2014

This is one of my all time favorite poems. I have shared it many a times with many a folk. It still brings tears to my eyes whenever I read it. One the most simple and inspirational poems I have ever come across. I can relate closely with the message in this poem. My father, who I think the world of, and who is in many ways instrumental for my success, drilled this message into my head early on in life. “Never give up!! All you have to do to win, is rise each time you fall.”

The Race

Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.

But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”

But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten…
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.

“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy — no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”

“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

– Dr. D.H. “Dee” Groberg

Dream it. Do it.

July 21, 2014

In all our lives we always come across many individuals and many reasons as to why something can’t be done. Thinking of reasons as to why something cannot be done comes easy to folks. Sure the chances of getting something may could look small at times. But in most cases the chances of getting something done look small, not because it cannot be done, but because you just don’t have all the information yet or haven’t spent adequate time on it yet. Besides while the chances of getting something done may look slim, they are still higher if one tries, than if one gives up. Humans are capable of achieving the impossible, if they set their mind to it. On that note here is a video of some amazing humans –

Hey. Don’t ever let somebody tell you you can’t do something. Not even me. Alright? You got a dream? You gotta protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they wanna tell you you can’t do it. You want something? Go get it. Period

Here is the orignal scene of the above quote from the movie ‘Pursuit of Happiness” –

Life is like a camera …

July 14, 2014

Recvd this really nice quote from a friend –

“Life is like a camera. Focus on what’s important. Capture the good times. Develop from the negatives, & if things don’t work out, take another shot.”

 


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