I choose to not worry. I choose to trust and to live every day as if it is my last, making my last day the best I've ever had.

The hardest things to change, both on a global scale and in the microcosms of our everyday lives, are people's attitudes toward one another. 

Today is the day we as a community in America remember the contributions that one man made toward making a difference in all of our lives; today is Martin Luther King, Jr. remembrance day.  And today white supremist groups are marching in protest of his noble ideals; today people are at each other's throats because they look different, think differently, were raised with different perspectives.  Today we celebrate the life of a man who wanted us all to love one another; and today we express the hate in our hearts over a fallen world and the current state to which man has been relegated in a frustrated creation. 

The hardest things to change are people's attitudes toward one another.  I am trying to look at people blindly; I am trying to see people as Martin Luther King, Jr. saw them.  I am trying to learn to see people as God sees them. 

I heard this story some time ago (source unknown):

A little girl was off from school one Monday because of Martin Luther King, Jr. remembrance day.  She asked her dad, "Daddy, who is Martin Luther King, Jr.?  Why don't we have school on his birthday?" 
Her dad responded, "MLK, Jr. was a man who encouraged people to accept other people for who they are and not judge them based on the colour of their skin.  He encouraged people to love one another." 
She replied, "So he was a lot like Jesus?!" 
"Yes, he was a lot like Jesus." 
"Daddy, this man, Martin Luther King, Jr., did they kill him too?"