Over the years I've looked at many biographies of Martin Luther King Jr. I became deeply endulged and loved to read about him and his works.

But one thing troubled me, he never knew the things he changed. Did he ever walk down the city street without seeing signs of hate and scorn? If he could just see the glory of his works and the triumph of civil rights! But sadly, some sad, hateful soul had to take that from him. So my love and prayers go to him, and I hopes he looks down from heaven, and smiles.