This is the tale of my quitting — not once, but twice — and the steadfast belief that strengthened with each departure. I tell it now, for I find myself confronting yet another juncture in my life’s journey. Twice, I embarked upon this path, twice I turned away from it, and twice I was propelled toward a more profound sense of faith. And now, here I am, standing at the cusp of a third. — A year back, I resigned as an English teacher at a high school. This was my second exit. The first time, it was a hunch, a small voice urging me on. I’d been feeling something stirring deep inside me for a while, until it crescendoed into an internal ultimatum. A…