Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
We have to remember day in and day out that life has not been and may never be a crystal stair and that there will always be a glass ceiling. We must be like diamonds cutting glass as it comes our way; and like dynamite , blowing down anything that may stand between us and our destinies. Please acknowledge that there is a jungle out there and we got to live like we are the last of a dying breed determined to be vast and not extinct, excel in all that you do and take your failures as test runs.....keep climbin, keep driving, and dont give up not even when the breaks get stuck.