I recall from teachings a long time ago that a hero is a person who struggles for a cause.
Even if their own life is forsaken…
(04/04/1969)
Remembering a hero..
I recall from teachings a long time ago that a hero is a person who struggles for a cause.
Even if their own life is forsaken…
(04/04/1969)
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I agree with your words! Actually most of the heroes are forsaken when they are alive, worshipped after death.
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Very very true. Haven’t thought of that..
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well, that is quite a common joke in India 🙂
to be recognized you have to die first.
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There is truth to that…Martyrs ;o). All knows how many were created in the USA
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I admire a man like him. I admire many an unsung hero too. But they all live on if we honor their memory and keep them in our hearts.
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true words..
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How awesome, not only for those who benefit from the altruism, but for the fighter and dreamer, to live for something bigger than yourself.
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My father was on a plane that night, flying into Chicago returning from a business trip. The whole west side of the city was in flames. He could see it from the air. Blocks and blocks of buildings and cars on fire. He did not know what happened and thought perhaps the world was ending. Only after he landed did he learn what happened. To me, that tiny story says volumes about Martin Luther King, our city, and how the two met up. King said southerners needed ‘to come to Chicago to learn how to hate’ — and when he was killed, the city exploded. We are still working on it.
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that’s crazy amazing and thank you for sharing. Your Father was apart of a critical part of US history bravo and bravo for you telling this.
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