Where Do You Stand?

“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands in times of challenge and controversy. The true neighbor will risk his position, his prestige, and even his life for the welfare of others.”
                                       –Martin Luther King, Jr.

Where do you stand?  How do you measure up?

6 thoughts on “Where Do You Stand?

  1. I’ve always stood with Martin Luther King, and if you replace the word ‘man’ with ‘woman’ it still applies today. Mary, I lived in Maryland when I was young, and experienced the riots in Baltimore and the famous Cambridge. I spent much of my life tring to assist with intergration. Tis is a long hard process, and it seems that there are those who do not want to change. Generations upon generations are passing this horror down to their children. I’m thankful my own children – now adults- do not feel this way.
    I had a dream last night, that a group of would be Muppeteers were coming to my village to visit. I panicked, because I saw in the dream a facsimile of the real Muppeteers. They wanted to replace the originals, but were not even close in performance. . Then I saw a flash vision of a man who looked a lot like Steve, but wasn’t. He was walking to the right in a room, and attached to his right ankle was a Muppet who looked like a Fraggle, hanging on to him for dear life. This puppet was moving on his own. What say thou about this dream?

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    • I think that sounds like a terrifying dream, but I wouldn’t try to interpret it any further. I try not to think about dreams being portentous, because when I do I get anxiety (which, ironically, makes me have more bad dreams).

      Speaking of dreams, I had a strange but pleasant one a few days ago, involving Frank Oz. My family was having a gathering somewhere, and Frank was there for some event or other, and he had some free time so he was kind of hanging out in the vicinity and chatted some with us. Then we were going to play Scrabble, and somebody invited Frank to play with us, and he agreed. I usually don’t like Scrabble because the words I come up with never fit on the board, but I decided to play anyway because…Frank Oz.

      But I woke up before the game got going in earnest. 😦

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