I was born in San Francisco, California. Both of my parents were schitzophrenic and unable to take care of me. So the state put me up for adoption. In 1978 Congress passed the Indian Child Welfare Act which granted tribes the right to oversee adoption of indian children. I thank God! Because of this I was adopted by a family in Oklahoma who had a heart to secure my identity as an indian boy. They had me named, they took me to powwows, and they encouraged my native ways. One of the ceremonies I went through was the Lakota adoption ceremony at 12. When I was 19 I found myself in jail and in my jail cell I was adopted by God the Father into the family of God. My life is one of adoption.