Moderator Carl again. I know not of the remaining summit seekers but I'm sure we'll know within the next few hours of their final high point/summit success. The whole team should be commended and I was just emailed this poem I thought it approriate to share.
Nelson Mandela used The poem Invictus to help him be the person he wanted to be while in prison.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
With Highest Regard,
William Ernest Henley