Dad was going to work for the BIA in Washington for only six months, but most of high school, we went back and forth between here, Fort Defiance, and North Carolina, where my stepmother’s parents live. I missed nearly a year of classes. Thanks to my track coach, Chauncey Ford, Walter Johnson gave me a diploma. But I didn’t pass anything. I’d be pumping gas, caddying, and working construction the rest of my life without his help and yours. You’re giving me a chance—thank you.” “I’m not sure I understood most of what you said, but you’re welcome to come to my office anytime. You certainly know
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