“I am tired of fighting. . . It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food. . . Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.” Chief Joseph of the Nez Perces, October 5, 1877
I don’t know why this quote came into my head today. How does one know when it is time to surrender? I would like to think that they would take me down still fighting, but sometimes it is in everyone’s best interest to just give in.
Or is it?
