To all VOLUNTEERS

To all volunteers … like us

When helping an animal is attacked by the family, bigger groups, social pressures and stained as abnormal. They do not know that you love them with the same heart that you love an animal.

Poem by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. -
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed. -

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.