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 ...
Rudyard Kipling
Peaches, this poem comes to mind right now. Reasonable folk can run the same observations through their minds and consciences and come to very different conclusions -- it happens all the time; it has happened here in this ephemeral little community of ours. But the one thing that will remain with each of us long after Horizons has become just a collection of screenshots is the knowledge of who we showed ourselves to be by our words and actions, and who we know ourselves to be by our intentions.
From where I sit, you showed yourself to be the person that Mr. Kipling was describing in the poem. You gave your word to do a task, and you kept that word, all the while upholding what you felt to be right. You were never mean nor unkind even when personal attacks and insults were being flung at you from all sides. And you quietly helped a lot of folk very generously more times than anyone knows. Whether others agree that your idea of what was right was correct or not is completely irrelevant – reasonable folk can disagree, but the courage to hold to your conviction is unmistakably there for all to see.
Only you know your own intentions in all of this, but having spoken with you so much for so long, I'm pretty confident that kindness, service, and promoting light over darkness in the world were driving them.
So regardless of any differences, now that all is said and done, I applaud your tenacity; your integrity in holding to your own conscience; your long service given from the heart. And I'm happy to still count you my friend. I'll be seeing you soon in other worlds and I'll miss you in this one.
Oh, and thanks again for all that construction you did so I could go hunting!