People always say that I didn’t give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn’t true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. I was not old, although some people have an image of me as being old then. I was forty-two. No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.
As I walked around, I found myself having to stop and draw back from the tour group to just take a moment to let it all sink in. It was emotionally overwhelming.
Will Shriner, an American comedian from the 1950′s once said, “I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.”
What Joseph couldn’t see as he stood on the street was that no matter how many doors slammed in his face, God had already prepared a manger for his son to be born. And with every slammed door, he was moving closer and closer to God’s answer for his situation!
Any serious comic book collector could tell you that the world’s most expensive comic is DC’s Action Comics #1, released in 1938. Written by Jerry Siegel and illustrated by Joe Shuster, this book contained the first 12-page glimpse of the now iconic superhero – Superman.
Adding to the hysteria was a movie released the previous year titled simply ’2012′. Although I approach movies like this purely for entertainment value and of course the special effects, I couldn’t help think as I watched the trailer, “If I knew that my life would come to an end tomorrow, would I change the way I am living today?”
I must admit, when I first heard I that Michael Jackson was dead, I had mixed feelings. I’ve never met him. I’ve never been to one of his concerts and at the time I didn’t even own one of his albums, yet he has been part of my life right from a young age.