And the tears came....

Tears streamed last night. Yeah I know a man is not supposed to cry. Nonetheless, I could not hold them back. They were tears of pride, love, and hope for the future. They came as I was watching a documentary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. He was such a human being by all accounts. A husband, father, leader, humble, and most importantly flawed. He was not a god nor did he ever want to be seen as one. He only wanted to serve humanity. He said in his famous Drum Major Instinct speech,



"Tell them not to mention that I have a Nobel Peace Prize—that isn’t important. Tell them not to mention that I have three or four hundred other awards—that’s not important. Tell them not to mention where I went to school.
I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to give his life serving others.
I'd like for somebody to say that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to love somebody.
I want you to say that day that I tried to be right on the war question.
I want you to be able to say that day that I did try to feed the hungry.
And I want you to be able to say that day that I did try in my life to clothe those who were naked.
I want you to say on that day that I did try in my life to visit those who were in prison.
I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity."



It was a powerful moment. The Images and the real accounts. To see even today that his friends and colleagues are still touched by him and Coretta Kings life was just a powerful moment. We all have different people we admire. He is one of mines. He teaches me to dream, to love, to believe in me and in the transcendence of the human spirit. That the heart can change. I love him and all those who gave there lives so that the human family could believe again. We all owe them by using our life to touch others. We must always believe in the triumph of the human spirit.