Monthly Archives: June 2011

Once I was in Victoria, and I saw a very large house. They told me it was a bank, and that the white men place their money there to be taken care of, and by and by, they got it back, with interest.

We are Indians, and we have no such bank; but when we have plenty of money or blankets, we give them away to other chiefs and people, and by and by, they return them, with interest, and our hearts feel good. Our way of giving is our bank.

Nootka Indian Chief

生命中的一扇 [ 門 ] 關起來的時候,

另一扇新的 [ 門 ] 在我面前打開。




──M.E. Miro