Abraham Lincoln was not yet twenty years old the first time he saw slavery up close.
He was on a flatboat trip to New Orleans with a friend. They drifted past a slave market. People being sold. Families separated. The ordinary machinery of an institution that had existed for centuries.
Lincoln watched. Then he turned away and said it quietly, with a fury that surprised even the people who knew him:
"By God, boys, let's get away from this. If ever I get a chance to hit that thing, I'll hit it hard."
He was nobody. An awkward, penniless driver of oxen in a coonskin cap, heading for Illinois with no money, no connections, no particular reason to think the world would ever ask his opinion on anything.
Thirty-three years later, he signed the Emancipation Proclamation.
He got his chance. He hit it hard.
Most of the things worth doing in a life begin exactly like this — not with a plan, not with a platform, but with a moment of revulsion at something wrong and a private vow that you will do something about it if you ever can.
The vow doesn't expire. It waits.
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