You died for us, you do not deserve this, our fallen soldiers for racial equality left us a legacy to uphold, a legacy full of courage, passion, understanding, and sacrifice. You speak to me through your acts of heroism, I hear your screams, they do not fall on deaf ears. I will embrace this inherited legacy as if I am the only one left, as if I am solely responsible for the advancement of the Black race. Your acts of courage showed me that you have faith in me, that you trust me, that you need me. You have also shown me that I need to stand where you have fallen and continue to fight on. I shed a tear as I write these words, but my tears are not for you, but for us, the lost ones. I would like to thank you for helping me understand what sacrifice consist of, for I now know that sacrifice is the act of giving something up with the expectation of getting something greater in return. You have done your part, and now it is rime for me to do mine, for I am sober now. Your sacrifice has expectations and I plan to live up to them. Through your acts of courage I now realize that the act of me putting down the worldly substances that rendered me incapable of thinking clearly was not a sacrifice as I once thought, it was a mandatory prerequisite, an essential requirement to keeping the dream alive…….
“Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.
“WE WILL CONTINUE TO STRIVE FOR A GREATER DAY! A DAY WHEN YOUR EXPECTATIONS ARE COMPLIMENTED BY OUR SACRIFICES.”