Remember

This poem is one that I have loved my whole life, ever since my mom showed it to me.  To me it represents the bond between a father and son, the knowledge and skills that are passed down through time spent together.  Living here in Alaska, my dad has taught me almost every activity that I am involved in.  From skiing to hockey to fishing he has always been there to help and push me to be my best.  For this he will always have my respect and love, and this poem is a great description of that bond and the connection between the father and son.    If

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! Poem by Rudyard Kipling Picture:http://www.trailspace.com/assets/0/7/6/57462/TRIP-121-423.jpg