I think more than anything else, tenacity has been that attribute, that secret sauce, that has propelled me through the thick and thin of life.
My definition is this, the desire to not give up even when it makes sense to. To not give up even when it would be OK to. To not give up even when it would be popular to do so.
My Dad blessed me with this gift. He instilled in me, tenacity.
Dad didn't go to college but he desperately wanted me to go. He knew that in "in this day and age" that a college degree is near a requirement for today's worker. He did not know anything about my choice of college career, engineering, but when he saw me struggle he encouraged me to stick with it. He would see me studying at the dining room table, with all my Calculus notes strewn everywhere, and I would tell him how hard it was, and he would simply say"stick with it".
My Dad has recently had open-heart surgery. During his recovery, what I'm seeing displayed in him is shear tenacity. Yes, there are thousands of folks that have bypass surgery in this country everyday. But, when it's your time, none of that matters, you and you alone have to decide whether to push through the pain and discomfort or not. That's tenacity!
Tenacity. Yes, God did bless me with enough gray matter, or the right gray matter to be able to do abstract mathematics and engineering. Additionally, he blessed me with a father that passed on a gift - tenacity and mental toughness. It's that tenacity, more so that brain smarts, that continues to be a driving force within me.
Thanks Dad for that gift, and hang in there and "stick with it!".
My definition is this, the desire to not give up even when it makes sense to. To not give up even when it would be OK to. To not give up even when it would be popular to do so.
My Dad blessed me with this gift. He instilled in me, tenacity.
Dad didn't go to college but he desperately wanted me to go. He knew that in "in this day and age" that a college degree is near a requirement for today's worker. He did not know anything about my choice of college career, engineering, but when he saw me struggle he encouraged me to stick with it. He would see me studying at the dining room table, with all my Calculus notes strewn everywhere, and I would tell him how hard it was, and he would simply say"stick with it".
My Dad has recently had open-heart surgery. During his recovery, what I'm seeing displayed in him is shear tenacity. Yes, there are thousands of folks that have bypass surgery in this country everyday. But, when it's your time, none of that matters, you and you alone have to decide whether to push through the pain and discomfort or not. That's tenacity!
Tenacity. Yes, God did bless me with enough gray matter, or the right gray matter to be able to do abstract mathematics and engineering. Additionally, he blessed me with a father that passed on a gift - tenacity and mental toughness. It's that tenacity, more so that brain smarts, that continues to be a driving force within me.
Thanks Dad for that gift, and hang in there and "stick with it!".
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