10-17-09 – The Jungle Book

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

– Rudyard Kipling

3 Responses to “10-17-09 – The Jungle Book”

  1. tink in dc Says:

    this blog means so much to us

    please stay alive

    we love what you’re doing

    ~t27

  2. Jennifer Says:

    Allison, so many people have thanked you for giving them hope… You are the light in the dark that nobody has feared until now. This poem is a reminder to me of what home felt like. I’m only sixteen, and I remember at school we had a poetry contest where we had to dramatically interpret a poem of our choice. I chose this one. Seeing it now reminds me that I had friends, not just allies, and that I had a life. That I’m human and I used to enjoy being one.

    I used to view Michigan as the safest place in the world. Truthfully, there was nothing very deadly out here. There were never any earthquakes or volcanic eruptions. No tsunami evacuations. We didn’t have animals that were too dangerous (besides the occasional crazy cougar or other carnivore). Everything had its own place in the environment. And now nothing fits into what it was, and nobody knows how to fix it.

    They’re everywhere when you’re alone. Every sound reminds me of the day they first came knocking on my door. My brother, my parents, my friends, all became consumed by this virus and the monsters created from it. Now they’re knocking. Scratching. Groaning. Moaning. They don’t stop day or night. They know I’m in here, and I don’t know how to get out. It’s been two days since Kyle left the safety of Mr. Jorck’s Convenience Store to get a few things. I’ve given up the hope that he’s alive.

    I want to venture out into the world, to find safety, but I’ll wait a little longer. Every poster leaves more information, more pieces to the puzzle. Where’s the poster that explains what this virus is and where the hell it came from.

  3. steveinchicago Says:

    Who would have that there were others out there, I only found this a few days ago but your life since the first day has made me realize were not the only ones or the only ones that have had trouble. It seems like they know when you’ve gotten into some pattern or comfort in your new surrondings and come to test your resolve in staying there. May I suggest some means of setting up borders from some success we’ve had in keeping them away, find some kind of construction equipment and dig at least a 6 foot pit in a closed in area on a street between buildings or alleys. Make your self at least three ways out and try and find some kind of truck with a lifted suspension. Who would have that taking other peoples things in order to survive would be this easy. I am so glad to find your blog, never was a big blogger before but now I’m eternally grateful the internet is still up. I thought I would always hate using the internet on this phone like it was only a toy, never would I have thought it would come in as such a lifesaver. Being able to view topographical maps when walking the streets is not dafe is so nice. I’m not a religious person but keep the faith allison, consider how far you’ve come, don’t let interpersonal problems destroy what you’ve found there. I wish you, ted, the boys and everyone else all the best… steve. Chicago suburbs

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