When attending MLK’s birth church I began to feel like I was apart of his
family just by sitting and listening to his voice, and I could visualize the
church packed and him just preaching is mine.
When attending MLK's birth home I felt like, I
was going to my Grandfathers home, because I would have wanted to see the
ancient and repainted/remodeled.
When attending dinner knowing that I was in a
room with famous historians
made felt like I was apart and there when it
happen, from the stories, to the singing to, getting order graphs from Mrs.
Barbra Mimes, Catherine Burks-Brooks and Cleopatra Gore it felt like they where
my family. I am touch that they spent
hours of there life, eating and sharing there story.
Tyonna, City Neighbors
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