Perseverance is the drive that keeps us going even the the midst of severe trials.  We all know that slow and steady wins the race, but sometimes we need a little extra encouragement to keep us going.  These perseverance stories and poems are helping ALLIDOISPARTY keep our eye on the prize and moving forward.

  

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit –
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.

 

I’ll not let you beat me, there’s nothing you can do.

No force could be imposed on me, that would see me succumb to you.

No obstacle you throw at me, will block my path for long.

I’ll simply find another way, my desires are far to strong.

No winds could blow me hard enough, to drive me off my course.

Yours could never hope to match, that of my driving force.

Nor waves or raging torrents, you might muster, will ever sweep.

From this path I’ve chosen, or all it is I seek.

So to you, I welcome your challenges, each one you may throw.

They only serve to strengthen me and with every one, I’ll grow.

 

Here is the legend of Kilroy

The young James Kilroy was working on the docks of Boston harbor in the 1940s, loading the freight ships of the time with big crates filled with blue jeans, destined for the far reaches of the world.

One early November morning the day started as so many before it. The wind was blowing, the weather was gray and drab, and James Kilroy was not in a mood for anything but staying inside, sheltered from wind and rain.

“So, Kilroy, are you dreaming again? Not much you get done today.” Kilroy not even blinked, he was used to the foreman and his insults. And the boxes with 100,000 pairs of blue jeans were waiting to be loaded. No way around it, he better get it over with.

But when Kilroy bent down to lift one of the crates he suddenly got a bright idea — an idea so brilliant that it couldn’t be withheld. He grabbed a piece of chalk out of his pocket, and with big, visible letters he marked each box with: “KILROY WAS HERE.”

And through those boxes — appearing in harbors across the whole planet –KILROY’s spirit reached the whole world. Indeed an effective way of getting around! After that, whenever the foreman shouted to Kilroy that he never got anything accomplished, he just smiled. He knew better. In harbors across the globe boxes were appearing every day to prove the foreman wrong. Kilroy knew that one could transcend borders and break through barriers many ways, and thereby feel free and independent.