I never grew up with an appreciation for Dr. King. I wasn't taught about him in school, and really never even knew much about him until I moved to Atlanta in 1996. Isn't that a shame?
The area of southwest Florida where I was born and raised was not very diverse. Ok. It wasn't diverse AT ALL.
As I went to college I began to encounter more people different than me, but when it came down to it, I functioned and lived with people who looked just like me.
When I was 24 my life and perspective broadened, and I am so thankful it did.