that blade had gone through, and the x-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aortan artery. and once that's punctured, you drown 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 had been opened, and the blade had been taken out, to move around in the 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 the 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. it said simply, "dear dr. king: i am a ninth-grade student at the w