To My Friends
by Maria Coleman, March 30, 2002
time ago there was a guy who suffered innocently. People made fun
of him, called him names, and hurt his body. Someone who loved him
dearly even pretended not to know him. The guy hadn't done
anything wrong, really. It was just the popular choice because
what he said scared them. They even nailed him to wooden poles.
He hung in pain, bleeding, in front of all to see, including his mom.
.You don't have to be religious to know--It was wrong.
puzzling thing is--things like that still happen today. Some not
so bad, some a whole, lot worse. It's still wrong. Every
forgotten child wearing bruises from anger knows this. Every lost
daughter attacked with violence suffers from it. Every sudden
victim of crime feels it. Where is their hero? If two entire
centuries has not taught us to treat each other better, then what can
you or I do? Are we helpless and overpowered? I smile
knowing ~ we can overcome.
The hero is in each of us. I have proof. My proof is
~ © ~
was scared, you stood by me so I could stand anyway. When I was
lonely, you gave me something to laugh about and brought me closer to
you. When someone was mean, you reminded me that someone else was
kind. When I cried, you held me in your heart. When I was so
frustrated with daily irritants that it seemed impossible not to scream,
you let me know that I was not alone, it's ok. When my body hurt
from whatever makes it do that, you gave me something else to think
about until it passed. All those little moments, those little
words here and there--they do help. I rest in them (smile).
And, if it makes such a difference to me, then surely the same things
make a difference to some one else
One little moment means more than what a century can do.
story did not end with misery.
of great things happened, later, even miracles.
you remember that you are one too?
You make my life a better place to be.
Thank you from
About the editor
I am not Dena'ina nor am I Alaska
Native. I was born in Arkansas with roots in Cherokee, Choctaw, Dutch,
Irish and who knows what else. It is not important how long I have lived
in Alaska since to be an Alaskan is in the spirit and not something that
has to be qualified by a number of years in residence.
Dena'ina (The Original
People) have become my people and I truly care about their past, present
and future therefore it is heart breaking to see that a few of our
(pretend-to-be) leaders exhibit no interest in the wellbeing of the
people but only in personal and political power and financial gain at
the expense of all the people they are supposed to represent.
By: Doug Slate