Reflections of a Survivior

It is not the critic who counts; not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled or how the doer of deeds might have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred with sweat and dust and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

-Theodore Roosevelt-

Whenever there was a celebration in the college, there used to be at least one accident. I had seen it happen several times. The only questions that remain to be answered on any such day were who, when, how and how severe.

So, we always used to keep a couple of cars and a few sober people to take the injured to the Medical College Hospital. One advantage of going to the Medical College was that we got preferential treatment because of our friends there, the parents of our classmates who held many an influential position and the regularity of our visits which made us preferred customers. Read the rest of this entry »