 
 For me, Dr. King was my hero. 
 Also he was, he was my friend. 
 He was like a big brother. 
 You know, he gave me a way out. 
 Maybe a way in. 
 But he made life better. 
 He was just the warmest, 
 nicest guy that you’d ever 
 wanted to meet.
 He would tease me from 
 time to time. 
 He would say things like 
 “John, do you still preach?” 
 And I said, 
 “Dr. King, when I'm taking a 
 shower,” 
 and he thought it was so funny. 
 He would just laugh, 
 and on occasion when we would 
 be traveling in Alabama or 
 someplace in Mississippi, 
 you'd see a little hole in the 
 wall cafe or restaurant. 
 He would say things like, 
 “We should stop and get 
 something to eat. 
 If we get arrested and go to 
 jail, we go on a full stomach.” 
 And he thought it was so 
 funny, but I didn't think 
  it was so funny.
 He had a heart of gold.
