Hi, I'm Mrs. Gladys. I'm twenty years old and live in Memphis, TN. It's 1968 and everything is the same routine me. I work five days a week, then come home and fed my child. Before King got shot, everything in Memphis was good. People were nice and the streets were clean. When King got shot everything just turned upside down in Memphis. I was working the time they announced that King was shot, so when they said it the restaurant just went blank. Nobody said a word because they thought they was going to say the wrong thing. I was just thinking to myself why? Like why did this happen to a man that God chose to get black and white people equal. I felt like King was fighting for something that he knew was wrong and that God knew it was wrong. I could hear a lady that worked with me asking herself, what's going to happen next. Outside the restaurant, some people just went crazy. They were destroying property, flipping over cars and fights everywhere between whites and blacks. When I got off the bus to my house I was just in shock. I got inside and I just prayed that Kings family was fine and hoped everything was going to be alright. Some peoples attitude changed for the worse that day and some didn't. People started feeling sad and started to think of ways to keep Kings revolt still going, but others was so mad they turned to violence. This world changed for the better because of King. I wouldn't have half the friends I have today if we were still segregated. I'm thankful for King and thankful that God sent him to do what he knew to be a hard mission, to stand up for what was right and to fight for justice.