Sunday’s thoughts


Sunday’s thoughts

 

I was a soldier once.  The soldiers saw men and women, not color, race or religion. We were not perfect but if a brother soldier needed help. The soldiers in the unit would give to their fellow soldier without regret. Lifetime friendship were made. Soldiers celebrated the good and bad days together.

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My Ojibwa Grandmother told me one time. Don’t hold hate or regret. Hate and regret, a heavy burden to be carry. She kissed my seven year forehead and she told me. When I was five year old. The United State government took me from my reservation, they cut my hair off. I wasn’t allow to speak my language and the school changed my name. I don’t hate them, I don’t hold regret. But I do remember. This is why I want you to be free as the wind and never be caged in.

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My grandchildren.

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