I have been on my knees, and got up again: I recognise you and how you stood by me during these terrible moments when I was walking the path through hell. Did you ever see me kneel, head bowed, even for one second, to recognise the hand that held me, kept me from falling, caught me? I do not fear the symbol, and I do not fear weakness: it is not humility that makes us fall, it is the lack of it.