Walking Spirit in a Native Way

      Walking Spirit in a Native Way To Purchase:    Walking Spirit in a Native Way .  5.0 out of 5 stars   Really good read Reviewed in the United Kingdom Verified Purchase I found this book went into depth regarding the Spiritual way of life of the Native American people and how James B Beard aka Noodin has his life transformed by living their Spiritual values taking him into his heart. James Beard aka Noodin                Cultural Storyteller, Educator, Speaker,                Author      James B. Beard, Author of:      Walking Spirit in a Native Way

In 1962 I entered the military services. At that time, I put up my hand and swore that I would support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. It was a proud moment in my life.   I did not see a lot of action while on active duty. I was stationed on a Destroyer, The USS Warrington, DD 843, out of Newport, Rhode Island and our patrol duties included the Cuban Crisis and intermittent duty off the shores of Vietnam. The Navy saw to it that I was trained to handle what would come at me in service. The real battle began the day I was released back to civilian life. No one prepared me for that. The p rotests against the Vietnam conflict were happening all over the country. R ace riots were going on in major cities across the country and only blocks from where I lived in Buffalo NY. Veterans were being harassed on college campuses and in the workplace. I came home in 1967 to a different United States of America than the one I had depar

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Moment of Peace On a warm sunny summer day back in 1954, as I recall. I was nine years old and was very bored that day. There was no one around to play with and my mom and dad were busy working around the yard, so I decided to go for a walk and look for friends to play with. There was a place about two miles away from my home that was owned by the Catholic Church. They ran a home there to care for people who were invalids. Maybe the people there were veterans from World War II or something. I really never did know for sure what they did there. It was a property where you just were not supposed to go. The place was a big old estate, thirty or forty acres of land, and was surrounded by a large, forested area. At the back of the estate was a small cottage where one of the nuns lived with her dog. The dog was a beautiful golden retriever who we called Rex because we really did not know his name. I thought by walking down to the cottage maybe I would find Rex and play with him. Rex alway