I have a strange feeling about the death of Sir Edmund Hillary. I wasn’t around in 1953 when he reached the summit of Everestt, and,although I did know some of his story—reading his obit, for me, was like learning about his feat for the first time.
"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”
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I have a strange feeling about the death of Sir Edmund Hillary. I wasn’t around in 1953 when he reached the summit of Everestt, and,although I did know some of his story—reading his obit, for me, was like learning about his feat for the first time.
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