Yesterday, Vol Fan and I visited the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site in Atlanta. As I was wandering around the visitor center and reading the exhibits, I entered the room containing photographs documenting his tragic death. At the center of the room was a wooden wagon. It was used to carry Dr. King's casket during the funeral procession.
As I looked at the photographs, a young man entered the room. He stood quietly before the wagon. Unmoving. With a very somber look on his face. For several minutes, he stood in quiet contemplation. He reached and laid his hand on the wagon wheel, as if to connect with Dr. King. Then he immediately turned and left.
I was struck by that simple gesture. And the obvious heart-felt motivation behind it. And I was glad to have been witness to it.