How dare you entertain the very thought of quitting.
So you're telling me that during the Middle Passage, someone in your family was chained to other human bodies for several months in the bottom of a disease-infested ship, lost their language, customs, and traditions, and learned English as best they could while working for free from sun up to sun down as they watched babies sold from their arms and women raped by ruthless slave owners?
Took on aliases with no last names, no birth certificates, and no ancestry of any sort, braved the Underground Railroad, and survived the Civil War to begin sharecropping... Faced the blazing crosses of the KKK, everted their eyes at the black bodies dangling from ropes hung from trees, and learned to read and write out of pure will and resolve...
Fought in World Wars as soldiers only to return to America as boys, marched in Birmingham, hosed in Selma, jailed in Wilmington, assassinated in Memphis, segregated in the South, ghettoed in the North, ignored in history books, stereotyped in Hollywood... and despite it all, someone in your family line endured every era to ensure you would get here, but you receive one rejection, face one obstacle, lose one friend, and get overlooked, and
You have no right to even contemplate the notion of resigning. You'll never know who endured from generation to generation in order for you to achieve. You must not let them down!
Quitting is not in our DNA.
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