When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, when the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, when the funds are low and the debts are high, and you want to smile but you have to sigh, when care is pressing you down a bit, rest if you must but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns, as every one of us sometimes learns, and many a fellow turns about, when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow — you may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man, when he might have captured the victor’s cup, and he learned too late when the night came down, how close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out — the silver tint in the clouds of doubt; and you never can tell how close you are, it might be near when it seems afar; so stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit — it’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
When Amy was in 8th grade, she was separated from all of her friends and went through a horrible challenging time. Amy was a late bloomer and rather naive compared to most of the other 8th grade girls. Two girls who professed to be her friends were the definition of the worst bullies anyone could imagine. Separately, they were ok, but together … well suffice to say I shudder thinking that they could now be parents and raising children of their own. So as Amy struggled, the mother monster in me kicked into high gear and I did whatever I could to help her through this terribly challenging year. I bought her the Don’t Quit laminated card and through the years, up until Devastation Day, she carried it in whatever wallet she was using.
In order to stay fit, Amy joined a boxing gym after her personal trainer at a popular gym kept hitting on her. To say she loved going to this new no-frills boxing gym would be an understatement. The owner of the gym had an amazing attitude and Amy admired him. After her sudden passing, he drew this mural on the large wall over looking the boxing ring. The very first time we saw it, he told us he could feel Amy’s presence overlooking the ring watching over them.
Amy’s friends at the gym were devastated by her sudden passing. After the graveside ceremony, the owner of the gym presented us with a heavy weight boxing belt donated by a professional boxer with Amy’s photo on it. My son keeps this on display in a lighted bookcase in his house.
Amy was the most resilient person I have ever met. She had no ego so she struggled with the many huge egos that she kept encountering. I was always amazed the way she just kept bouncing back. She never quit.
Today as I sat crying and feeling totally defeated by the loss of my beautiful, resilient, compassionate child, I felt a gentle nudge to read this poem and take a page out of Amy’s life story.
I cannot give up on searching for light on the other side of this seemingly never ending tunnel of darkness and despair.
Amy, I am always remembering you with love and will always admire your tenacity and resilience.