Thirty-nine years is just too short.
From 1929 to 1968 is only 39 short years, yet
it’s
Too long to be crippled by the manacles of
segregation and the chains of discrimination, it’s
Too long to stand in the quicksand of racial
injustices, it’s
Too long to receive threatening phone calls,
often at the rate of forty per day, it’s
Too long to live under the sweltering heat
of continuous pressure, it’s
Too long, 39 years is just too long.
From 1929 to 1968 is only 39 short years, yet
it’s
Long enough.
It’s long enough to journey all the way to
India to learn under a great teacher how to walk
through angry crowds and keep cool.
It’s long enough to be chased by police dogs
and lashed by the rushing waters from the
fireman’s hoses because you are dramatizing
the fact that justice has a way of eluding me and
my brother.
It’s long enough to spend many days in jail
while protesting the plight of others.
It’s long enough to have a bomb thrown into
your home.
It’s long enough to teach angry violent men
to be still while you pray for the bombers.
It’s long enough.
It’s long enough to lead many men to Christianity.
It’s long enough to know it’s better to go
to war for justice than to live in peace with injustices.
It’s long enough to know that more appalling
than bigotry and hatred are those who sit still and
watch injustices each day in silence.
It’s long enough to realize that injustices
are undiscriminating and people of all races and
creeds experience its cruel captivity sooner
or later.
It’s long enough.
It’s long enough to know that when one uses
civil disobedience for his civil rights, he does not
break the laws of the Constitution of the
United States of America - rather he seeks to uphold the
principles all men are created equal; he seeks
to break down local ordinances that have already
broken the laws of the Constitution of the
United States.
It’s long enough.
It’s long enough to accept invitations to
speak to the nation’s leaders.
It’s long enough to address thousands of people
on hundreds of different occasions.
It’s long enough to lead 200,000 people to
the nation’s capital to dramatize that all of America’s
people are heirs to the property of rights
to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
It’s long enough to enter college at 15.
It’s long enough to finish and earn several
degrees.
It’s long enough to earn hundreds of awards.
It’s long enough to marry and father four
children.
It’s long enough to become a drum major for
peace.
It’s long enough to earn a Nobel Peace Prize.
It’s long enough to give the $54,000 prize
money to the cause of justice.
It’s long enough to visit the mountain top.
It’s certainly long enough to have a dream.
When we note how much Martin Luther King packed
into 39 short years, we know it’s long
enough for any man who loves his country and
his fellow man so much that life itself has no
value - unless all men can sit at the table
of brotherhood as brothers. Thirty-nine years is long
enough - for any man to knowingly flirt with
death each day of his life - because to spare
himself heartaches and sorrow meant two steps
backward for his brother tomorrow.
Martin lived for several centuries, all rolled
into 39 short years. His memory will live forever.
How wonderful it would be if we could all
live as well.
Martin, like all others, would have welcomed
longevity - yet when he weighed the facts, he said,
"It’s not how long a man lives, but how well
he uses the time allotted him."
And so we salute and honor the memory of a
man who lived in the confusion of injustice for all
his too short, too long, long enough 39 years-
"For He’s Free At Last."
By Willa Perrier
from A 2nd Helping of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1995 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
A teacher quoted by Everett Shostrom in Man, The Manipulator
from Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1993 by Jack
Canfield & Mark Victor Hans
One year when I was teaching second grade, a new child entered our class
mid-year. His name
was Daniel, and he brought a special light to our class.
Daniel came over to me one afternoon at the end of the school day. He said,
"Ms. Johnson, I have
a note for you from my old teacher. It's not on paper though, it's in my
head." Daniel leaned over
and said, "She wanted me to tell you how lucky you are to have me in your
class!"
By Krista Lyn Johnson
from A 4th Course of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1997 by Jack Canfield, Mark
Victor Hansen, Hanoch McCarty & Meladee McCarty
I was 16 when I met and fell in love with Bob. Two years later we married
and it seemed like a
fairy tale come true. A day never went by that we didn't profess our love
for each other or for our
three beautiful kids.
Every night as we drifted to sleep, we'd make plans for the future. But
then Bob was diagnosed
with leukemia - and after an 18-month struggle, he died at age 42. I felt
as if I'd died too.
That night, friends came over to comfort me. As I forced myself to eat,
the six-year old daughter
of one of my husband's close friends asked. "Miss Alice, are you getting
another husband?"
"Hailey!" someone admonished, but as I looked into her wide eyes, I realized
she only wanted
me to be happy again.
"When you've had the best husband in the world," I sighed, "you don't want another one."
But three years later, I had to tell Hailey there were two "best" husbands
- when I married her
father, Mark, who brought joy back into my life. Hailey's 15 now, and we
still smile over her
innocent question, which was a very wise way of reminding me life has a
wonderful way of
going on.
By Alice Cravens Moore
Excerpted from Woman's World
from A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen & Barry Spilchuk
By Cheryl L. Costello-Forshey
from A 5th Portion
of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1998 by Jack Canfield and
Mark Victor Hansen