When I first saw the above picture, I smiled. Though separated by a generation of life and the icon engraving passage of time, I felt a kinship. No matter how the world painted Otis, he loved his cows.
Also separated by a generation, Dr. King long ago passed into legend. Yet, it is still the pictures of his smile immersed family life, his proclivity to tell a joke which move me today.
Today we will all dip into reflection. Much will be said of great deeds and great legacy but it should also be remembered that it was in the quieter love that the men from Georgia carried their messages beyond the bounds of their home. Love of farm. Love of family. Love of life. For it is in love, where the dream lives on.
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