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One calm and cool afternoon I arrived home from school, as usual. I got off the bus and got the mail from the mailbox and walked slowly home. When I got into the house one of the envelopes I got out of the mailbox fell from my hands into the floor. After struggling to put my heavy book bag down. I picked up the envelope and notice it had something in it. I opened it up and it was a CD for my Xbox (a game system made by Microsoft). But on this CD it had printed in Big Bold Letters- proceed if you dare to follow through with inserting this CD into your Xbox. Hey, you know I was very curious and did just what it said. I inserted the CD and pushed play and WOW! What happen after that is unexplainable!

It seems as though I went back into time. I was sitting in the back of a bus in Montgomery, Alabama. I became very confused because I’m not a back seat rider. I looked out of my window to see what was all the commotion going on outside of the bus on the street. It all became clear they were boycotting for blacks rights on the bus system. See we blacks weren’t able to sat in the front of the bus. I got to praying because I always told my grandmother that it would have been hard for me to come up in times back then, and for some reason, I can’t explain, I was there in those times. I ended my prayer with, “Lord help me make it through this, I don’t know why I’m here back in time but there must be a reason, Amen.” I got off the bus and went into the crowd. All I could here was the name, KING, KING, being shouted out loud. I said to myself, not Martin Luther King Jr., a black American Baptist minister, who was the main leader of civil rights movement in the United States during the 1950’s and 1960’s, and to my surprise it was him alright urging blacks to boycott the city buses. I thought while I’m here I might as well join the civil rights movements. So I followed the crowd and help protest the movement. It was a success. I secretly followed Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. around during many protests and marches. One unforgettable march was the massive march in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963. My adrenaline was rising over that hot day over 200,000 Americans gathered at the Lincoln Memorial in the capital, and that speech “I Have A Dream” was so overwhelming to me, I could not stop tears from flowing down my face.

I got so caught up with following Mr. King I forgot about home, how I got here in Alabama, and most of all how I was going to get back home. I found a newspaper lying down and it was now year 1965. I was still following Dr. King. We had boarded a bus and were headed to Memphis Tennessee. I heard him talking about the Poor People’s Campaign