by K. E. D. To count yourself steadfast on quaking feet with trembling hands and fearful heart.
To know the road you walk, though rough and dark, and hazard-filled, to be the right road.
To hold within yourself that faith in something all unseen, unknown, on simple faith alone. To be, with all your heart and mind and soul, the very best that you can be, though scorned. No more, no less for fear and pain, or spite's disdain. This is the measure of a man.
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