My friend gave this to me when i was sad and feeling particularly blue.

It's notthe critic who counts,
Nor the man who points out how the strng man stumbled,
Or where the doer of deeds could have done them 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 short again and again;
who knows great enthusiasms, great directions;
who spends himself in 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 fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those timid souls
who know neither victory nor defeat

By Theodore Roosevalt

Did my friend consider me a timid soul or was he referring to himself as great
That is a question to be answered:)