Courage Counts Everyday to the grave go obscure great men and women. Weighed down by fear and timidity their greatness buried before their bones hit dirt. The shadows lament untried dreams and aborted first attempts. like a seed yet to germinate their potential lay asleep for more than half a century never to be woken with the kiss of consent. Paralysed by all the what ifs they never knew the joy to rise from the ashes. And so they remained as if they never were. And truly they and all they were remain frozen at a forgotten cliff.