ritish Poet William Ernest Henley had survived particularly remarkable circumstances. When he was eleven years old he developed a tubercular infection that resulted in him almost losing both legs. Luckily he scraped by with only losing one, and in 1875 wrote a poem to memorialize the trials he had to overcome after his that incident. Unbeknownst to him, that poem had gone on to inspire many people, including Nelson Mandela.
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.
William Ernest Henley