The Cherico Network on Westwood One.

The minute black woman came up.

The only question I heard from her was

you, Martin Luther King, and I was looking down to writing and I said yes.

The next minute I felt something beating on my chest. Before I knew it I had been stabbed by this demented woman. I was rushed

to Harlem Hospital. It was a dog Saturday afternoon. That blade had gone through and the x-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my

order the main artery and once that's puncture, you're drowned in your own blood, that's the end of you.

It came out in the New York Times the next morning that if I had merely sneezed, I would have died.

Well, about four days later, they allowed me after the operation, after my chest it then opened and the blade had been taken out,

to move around into wheelchair in the hospital.

They allowed me to read some of the mail that came in and from all over the states and the world kind letters came in.

I read a few but one of them I will never forget. I had received one from the president and the vice

president. I've forgotten what those telegrams said. I'd received a visit and a letter from the

governor of New York, but I've forgotten what that letter said. But there was

another letter that came from a little girl, a young girl who was a student at the White Plains High School.

And I looked at that letter and I'll never forget it. Said simply,

Dear Dr King, I am a ninth grade student at the White Plains High School.

She said, while it should not matter, I would like to mention that I'm a white girl.

I read in the paper of your misfortune and of your suffering and I read

that if you had sneezed you would have died.

I'm simply writing you to say that I'm so happy that you didn't sneeze.

I want to say tonight that I too am happy that I didn't

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