I Remember The Day Tdr. King Died.

I Was Lucky, As Many Of My Generation Was, In Having A Man Like Dr. King In Our Lives. He Came At A Time That We Needed To Take A Long Look At Each Other And See How Similar We Were.

You Wouldn't Be Allowed To Get On A Particular Bus, But You'd Be Asked To Sign Your Autograph.

It's Not The Load That Breaks You Down, It's The Way You Carry It. Carry It By The Comfortable Handles Of Gratitude For What's Positive And That It Is Not Worse, Rather Than The Uncomfortable Edges Of Bitterness For The Negatives And That It Is Not Better.

Every Color I Can Think Of And Nationality, We Were All Touched By Dr. King Because He Made Us Like Each Other And Respect Each Other.

Music Became My Refuge And Then My Salvation.