I went to Johannesburg in South Africa in 2005. I was on the way to Madagascar with a group of Catholic Relief Services. While we were staying overnight, our African guide took us to the house where Nelson Mandela was born. I remember how proud the guide was.
I watched “Invictus” that shows how Nelson Mandela unites the country through reconciliation and excellence beyond limits restrained by hatred. He said, “I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” He lived out this as a man known for 46664 and the president of South Africa. He is truly the master of his fate and the captain of his soul.
Invictus by William Ernest Henry
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 straight the gate,/ How charged with punishments the scroll:/ I am the master of my fate./ I am the captain of my soul.