THE CIVIL CASE AGAINST THE JUSTICE DEPARTMENT IS FINALLY PROCEEDING.

 

A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him.
-Sidney Greenberg

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In the END, we will Remember

not the Words of our Enemies,

 but the Silence of our Friends.

-Martin Luther King, Jr.


Note: I would like to thank Prosecutors Dan Schwager and Eileen Gleason for being the most frequent visitors to this website.  I am flattered that they are concerned with what the wife of Rick Convertino is doing.
The words in this inspirational poem by Rudyard Kipling helped us to remain strong throughout this horrible miscarriage of justice against our family. We hope to help others who are going through what we went through; and I hope that this poem will inspire those with adversity in their lives.



IF-

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 allowances for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of 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 wornout 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