I Saw Dr. King Through His Daughter's Eyes

I was attending a sorority meeting one chilly Saturday morning when my cell phone rang. It was a friend asking if I would assist one of his colleagues with some of her speech presentations. "She's great but she'd like to update her portfolio with some fresh, new material," he explained. "And who is this colleague?" I asked as I tiptoed out of the meeting room. "Yolanda King," he replied. "You mean Yolanda as in Dr. Martin Luther King's daughter?" I asked. "Yes," he said. May I give her your number and have the two of you hook up?"