Standing on the shoulders of Giants

“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly,

who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement,

and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”

Teddy Roosevelt

Witnessing the first Ubar's Congress I knew it was a precedence that this Tribe has never known in my lifetime. There was the beginning of one voice emerging from within the harigga and it had begun with the Ubar's himself. His love and concern for his people filled my chest with such fierce pride, there was little room for anything else.

With the Ubara at his left and his Second in Command at his right, he sat and listened to the hearts of the Tribe, finding solutions to worries, to soothe their fears and offer them chance to come together, leading them to participate in the safety and well being of one another.

To Hear and To be heard.

This Tribe and its dedication to one another began to solidify into a tangible essence.

Amid the gentle downpour of the blessing of rain ... a great people came together standing on the shoulders of giants as one voice and it was going to create a rumble across the plains that none could deny they had heard.