I recalled the movie Invictus, which highlights a nation coming together and overcoming deep racial divides through the game of rugby.
As the United States appears to be more divided than ever along racial, economic, social, political and lines of faith, I thought this poem, Invictus would be applicable.
We each pass through storms and we have the option of standing and fighting or laying down in surrender.
I would rather choose to stand and be bloodied than to lay down and die without any signs of a struggle.
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