“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster…”

A short essay on crises in life

The poem of Rudyard Kipling If hanged above the desk in my room. Next to it, I had posters of rock bands and sports cars. Poetry was not part of my interests then. Instead, and like many other boys my age, Hard Rock and fast cars defined the identity I was trying to carve out for myself, although I neither played any musical instrument nor possessed an…