Not long after Martin Luther King Jr. died, I heard a recording of his “I Have A Dream” speech.
And it dawned on me that one of his dreams had come true in his lifetime thanks to my friendship with his daughter, Yolanda. He was able to see a black girl and a white girl join hands as sisters and as friends without the weight of prejudice and hate.
As I’ve grown older, I also have come to realize King had an extraordinary ability to speak to each one of us as individuals — to find those common threads of humanity that bind us together.
