This photo reminded me of an old poem my mate Ben gave me back in my 20s. I used to carry it in my wallet, and I'd read it together with my little sister sometimes. It seems more appropriate than ever with everything that's going on at the moment.
Don't Quit
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a failure comes about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit—
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
~ John Greenleaf Whittier
Lovely poem. I remember giving something similar on a little credit card sized card to either you or Laura. Gary didn’t realise the donation was so small until it was too late. I donate more shortly