I was sitting in my Boy Scouts meeting like normal. Everything seemed like it usually did; Learning new techniques about survival and such. During this time in my life, everything was much simpler. I would ride my bike to and from school, play sports all day, and then go back home for supper. One night during my Boy Scouts meeting, something changed. Everyone seemed in a bit of a panic and they all seemed sad. At this time I was eleven so I could not fully grasp what was happening. My mom told me what had happened to Martin Luther King jr. and I was guess I was as shocked as an eleven year old can be. A lot of things changed after that night. Curfews for the city were set into place, riots were breaking out, and people in general seemed a bit shocked of the occurrence. There was so much unrest in the city of Memphis. I thought of Dr. King as a very noble man who just wanted to make things better for the people. After King's death, a lot of attention was brought to the unfair treatment of different races. His life and death helped to gradually mend inequalities in our city and our world.