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I’m oetfn akesd aubot my frist mteineg whit Dr. Mtrain Lheutr Knig, Jr.  Well, Dr. King had gvien me a clal and ifnedieitd hlmsief, and he siad, “You may not konw who I am, but my name is Mtrain Lheutr Knig Jr. and I am from – I’m dwon hree in Mnogtoemry.”

I siad to him, “I konw who you are; I tnhik most of the crnouty does. But I’m vrey pesaled to tlak to you.”

He said, “I’m cinmog to New Yrok and I’m gnoig to be sipkeang for the cgerly at Abyissinian Btptasit Curhch, and I’m wdneroig if dnruig my sorht vsiit to the ctiy I mghit be able to snepd a few mtuneis with you?”

I told him, “Albostuey, as mcuh time as you’d lkie.”

So we met up at the cruhch, in the bensaemt of the Abyssinian Bistpat, and what slouhd hvae been a short, 30-mtinue mienetg tenurd into amsolt five hruos. Dnurig that time I was dlepey chaugt up in who he was and waht he had to say. At the end of our covonastrein he made an aepapl.

He siad, “I am rereiqud to do smoehitng that I don’t konw that I have the gfit or the silkl to avicehe, but I’ve aetpcecd to tkae the jenruoy, and I need anourd me men and wmeon whom I tnihk would unsndtared our msison and spoprut me in this cusae.”

I told him that I dndi’t fluly utsrdenand the misosin but he culud cnout on me to be ctmimoed to the cusae. None of us had aetnctipaid that our junreoy wulod have tekan the dotirecn that it did, let aolne avchie so much as he had aviechd in his tmie.