Post by Brenda Lowe on Feb 12, 2015 2:46:02 GMT
Well I think you guys got your point across with me. And I hope I was able to maybe satisfy you with my answers in one way or another. It came down to wither you loved me, or you hated me. Which I knew it would…I am disappointed that a lot of you thought I was in Morgan’s shadow, or was at the right place, right time…(Yeah actually ONLINE) I played this game for myself, Morgan was in my alliance, but she wasn't talking to people for me. She wasn't winning immunities for me. She wasn't doing my tie breakers to stay in this game, and FIGHT. I did this, on my own. Wither you think so or not, at the end of the day I can say “Hey, I stood on my own two feet.” I made mistakes in this game, yes. But I also played this game with everything I had. My subdue and conquer strategy was terrible. But it did get me to the end. NEVER wear Bacon!
Also with this said, I think this was a fantastic cast! I had a shit ton of fun! All of you were able to make this possible. None of you made me making final 3 easy at all! All of you stood up for what you believed in. I respect that 100%. I don’t need anyone's forgiveness, because I won’t apologize for my game. I hope I didn't taint anybody’s experience in this game. I hope that everyone had as much fun as I did. Win or Lose.
-BRENDA
“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!”
― Rudyard Kipling
