It always seems impossible until it’s done.
“Does anybody really think that they didn’t get what they had because they didn’t have the talent or the strength or the endurance or the commitment?”
We must use time wisely and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.
On May 9, 1994, South Africa’s newly elected Parliament chose Nelson Mandela to be the first president of the post-apartheid era.
The New York Times wrote, “The power that had belonged to whites since they first settled on this cape 342 years ago passed today to a Parliament as diverse as any in the world, a cast of proud survivors who began their work by electing Nelson Mandela to be the first black president of South Africa.”
“As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.”
The greatest glory in living
lies not in never falling,
but in rising every time we fall.
Nelson Mandela, who died December 5, refused to be thought of as a saint. “I never was one,” he insisted—“even on the basis of an earthly definition of a saint as a sinner who keeps trying.” He wasn’t just being modest. He had a weakness for fine clothes and good-looking women, and he certainly was no pacifist. But a halo was the last thing Mandela needed. He spent half a century wrestling South Africa’s white-minority rulers to the negotiating table, and when he finally got them there, he had to be a hard bargainer, not a holy man.
Was what I had to choose
Was all I could give
Was my way to peace
Was what we required
Was the spark to a fire
Was the flame of diversity
Was all that I had
Was my gift to you
Is still what we need
Rick, Dec 5, 2013
This post is part of a series in which Influencers describe the books that changed them. Follow the channel to see the full list.Many books have changed me, but the one that stands out is “Mandela’s
“I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not ended.”
Long Walk To Freedom, 1994