In our lives we see many people, some for a brief moment and some that we travel many roads with. Along that way, paths are chosen and roles are played. It seems that in our world so many people look around them and try to take what they can. They believe that they have to watch out for themselves and in doing so walk through and over others. On the other hand there are those that spend their time lifting those around them. They try, at any cost, to make a difference in the world. They have an effect on those around them, encouraging them to be more than they are to be greater. I honestly hope that when I leave this world, there will be those that think of me fondly as a teacher, a mentor, a friend. I am not in this world to safely arrive at my destination alone, I would rather safely guide a thousand others and never see the shore myself… O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; Walt Whitman
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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