About a year ago I went to see an aged man who had just left the hospital and had arrived at a rehabilitation center for more treatments and physical therapy.  His son was with him and had brought some personal items from home to make his room look and feel like his. On a small table was a framed picture of the man some years ago wearing a feathered headdress and a shirt made from deer leather.  I was drawn to it and the son told me his father was the chief of a small tribe in North Carolina.  A few words and thoughts were exchanged and I asked the man, “what did you do before you were a Chief?”  He looked me in the eye and responded, “I was an Indian”.