It doesn't speak to me about grit or determination or courage or tenacity either, though for some it might. For me it speaks about the importance of understanding that success consists of living, sometimes for excessively tedious amounts of time in a predominant state of failure.
In the autistic community, and in autism-related services, it happens too frequently that autistic people feel the same social exclusion and isolation they do from the rest of the world. This standard for fairness should be automatic for all situations.
I’ll only flourish in an environment that lets me be authentic, so I need to channel my grandmother and keep her influence around me. It’s not about being better. It’s about maximizing my unique, clumsy effort.