Mother – By that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.

– By T. DeWitt Talmage

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You have to look deeper, way below the anger, the hurt, the hate, the jealousy, the self-pity, way down deeper where the dreams lie, son. Find your dream. It’s the pursuit of the dream that heals you.

Billy Mills (father), Oglala Lakota (1938-)

http://www.californiaindianeducation.org/inspire/traditional/

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