It was almost more than I could handle. My mother, who had always been a strong woman, who worked all of her life as a nurse, who spent so much of her time helping others, walked quietly up to the counter at the MVD and handed over her driver’s license. “I can’t see well enough to drive anymore,” she said. “I need just a picture ID.” I stood behind her in tears.

In his book, Strength to Love, Martin Luther King, Jr wrote — “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”