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Days when I feel too sad to do anything I just think about how beautiful my travels lately have been, and remind myself this is only temporary. 

Craving this moment again. 

Two Strike, South Dakota - May 2018

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Lakota -Two Strike and his family tipestola

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Backpacks

Its been four days since I got back from my mission trip to South Dakota.  The kids from Two Strike that came to day camp still resonate with me.  Their smiles flash through my mind and the new strength in my arms can only be attributed to the countless number of piggy back rides we gave.

I was in Five Below the other day looking for nonsense items to take to the beach (I’m proud to say we only bought sunglasses), when I came across the backpacks that were given out to the children of Two Strike.  Through the generosity of donors such as Thrivent Financial, St. Andrew Lutheran Church in Audubon, and the Rotary Club of Northeast Sunrisers, we gave out 50 backpacks loaded with school supplies.  

Seeing these backpacks hanging in the store reminded me of the joy on the kids faces as they explored their new school possessions.  Pencils, crayons, markers, erasers, folders, binders, pens, shirts - those backpacks were packed. In fact, they were so packed that we had to carry some of them home for the kids because they could not carry them.  

These, and every backpack, now remind me of what it means to be fortunate. To be able to walk into Walmart and get all the school supplies you need for the first day of school (and if you’re like me, you stocked up like the Apocalypse was coming).  We spend time picking out the perfect first day of school outfit, getting our supplies ready, and getting all the new things we need.  We are so fortunate.

Every day the children of Two Strike came in pretty much the same outfit; getting significantly smellier each day.  They can’t afford things like new school supplies, daily showers with soap, and lots and lots of clothes.  Think about all the things you have in your possession - the clothes, books, pencils, shoes - we take all of this for granted until we are put in a situation where we understand just how valuable these items are to some.  The clothes that each of us has in our closet could probably clothes 2-3 families in Two Strike, the pens and pencils I brought home from college would be enough to stock the whole town, and the number of shoes I have would be enough for every single child.  

We are a very fortunate people; and most of us don’t even realize it.

Enjoy the little things, but remember how much we have, and how little they have.  After going on a trip like this, it’s all the little things that remind you of what you’ve experienced.  

The backpacks in Five Below, a jar of peanut butter like the one we served the kids for snack, or a piggy back ride with a younger family member.

They will be with us forever.

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Two Strike, 1908

Photo by Edward Sherrif Curtis.

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Nomkahpa "Two Strike", Brulé Lakota 1831 – 1915 Nomkahpa was a Brulé Lakota chief born in the White River Valley in the northwest of present day Nebraska. Here is Charles Eastman's account of Chief Nomkahpa: It is a pity that so many interesting names of well-known Indians have been mistranslated, so that their meaning becomes very vague if it is not wholly lost.  In some cases an opposite meaning is conveyed. For instance there is the name, "Young-Man-Afraid-of-His-Horses." It does not mean that the owner of the name is afraid of his own horse -- far from it! Tashunkekokipapi signifies "The young men [of the enemy] fear his horses." Whenever that man attacks, the enemy knows there will be a determined charge.  The name Tashunkewitko, or Crazy Horse, is a poetic simile. This leader was likened to an untrained or untouched horse, wild, ignorant of domestic uses, splendid in action, and unconscious of danger.  The name of Two Strike is a deed name. In a battle with the Utes this man knocked two enemies from the back of a war horse. The true rendering of the name Nomkahpa would be, "He knocked off two."  I was well acquainted with Two Strike and spent many pleasant hours with him, both at Washington, D. C., and in his home on the Rosebud reservation. What I have written is not all taken from his own mouth, because he was modest in talking about himself, but I had him vouch for the truth of the stories. He said that he was born near the Republican River about 1832. His earliest recollection was of an attack by the Shoshones upon their camp on the Little Piney.  The first white men he ever met were traders who visited his people when he was very young. The incident was still vividly with him, because, he said, "They made my father crazy," [drunk].  This made a deep impression upon him, he told me, so that from that day he was always afraid of the white man's "mysterious water."  Two Strike was not a large man, but he was very supple and alert in motion, as agile as an antelope. His face was mobile and intelligent.  Although he had the usual somber visage of an Indian, his expression brightened up wonderfully when he talked. In some ways wily and shrewd in intellect, he was not deceitful nor mean. He had a high sense of duty and honor. Patriotism was his ideal and goal of life.  As a young man he was modest and even shy, although both his father and grandfather were well-known chiefs. I could find few noteworthy incidents in his early life, save that he was an expert rider of wild horses.  At one time I was pressing him to give me some interesting incident of his boyhood. He replied to the effect that there was plenty of excitement but "not much in it."  There was a delegation of Sioux chiefs visiting Washington, and we were spending an evening together in their hotel.  Hollow Horn Bear spoke up and said: "Why don't you tell him how you and a buffalo cow together held your poor father up and froze him almost to death?"  Everybody laughed, and another man remarked: "I think he had better tell the medicine man (meaning myself) how he lost the power of speech when he first tried to court a girl." Two Strike, although he was then close to eighty years of age, was visibly embarrassed by their chaff. "Anyway, I stuck to the trail. I kept on till I got what I wanted," he muttered. And then came the story.  The old chief, his father, was very fond of the buffalo hunt; and being accomplished in horsemanship and a fine shot, although not very powerfully built, young Two Strike was already following hard in his footsteps. Like every proud father, his was giving him every incentive to perfect his skill, and one day challenged his sixteen-year-old son to the feat of "one arrow to kill" at the very next chase...  ...The following story is equally characteristic of him, and in explanation it should be said that in the good old days among the Sioux, a young man is not supposed to associate with girls until he is ready to take a wife.  It was a rule with our young men, especially the honorable and well-born, to gain some reputation in the hunt and in war, -- the more difficult the feats achieved the better, -- before even speaking to a young woman.  Many a life was risked in the effort to establish a reputation along these lines. Courtship was no secret, but rather a social event, often celebrated by the proud parents with feasts and presents to the poor, and this etiquette was sometimes felt by a shy or sensitive youth as an insurmountable obstacle to the fulfilment of his desires.  Two Strike was the son and grandson of a chief, but he could not claim any credit for the deeds of his forbears. He had not only to guard their good name but achieve one for himself.  This he had set out to do, and he did well. He was now of marriageable age with a war record, and admitted to the council, yet he did not seem to trouble himself at all about a wife. His was strictly a bachelor career. Meanwhile, as is apt to be the case, his parents had thought much about a possible daughter-in-law, and had even collected ponies, fine robes, and other acceptable goods to be given away in honor of the event, whenever it should take place. Now and then they would drop a sly hint, but with no perceptible effect.  They did not and could not know of the inward struggle that racked his mind at this period of his life. The shy and modest young man was dying for a wife, yet could not bear even to think of speaking to a young woman!  The fearless hunter of buffaloes, mountain lions, and grizzlies, the youth who had won his eagle feathers in a battle with the Utes, could not bring himself to take this tremendous step.  At last his father appealed to him directly. "My son," he declared, "it is your duty to take unto yourself a wife, in order that the honors won by your ancestors and by yourself may be handed down in the direct line. There are several eligible young women in our band whose parents have intimated a wish to have you for their son-in-law."  Two Strike made no reply, but he was greatly disturbed. He had no wish to have the old folks select his bride, for if the truth were told, his choice was already made. He had simply lacked the courage to go a-courting!  The next morning, after making an unusually careful toilet, he took his best horse and rode to a point overlooking the path by which the girls went for water. Here the young men were wont to take their stand, and, if fortunate, intercept the girl of their heart for a brief but fateful interview. Two Strike had determined to speak straight to the point, and as soon as he saw the pretty maid he came forward boldly and placed himself in her way. A long moment passed. She glanced up at him shyly but not without encouragement. His teeth fairly chattered with fright, and he could not say a word. She looked again, noted his strange looks, and believed him suddenly taken ill. He appeared to be suffering. At last he feebly made signs for her to go on and leave him alone. The maiden was sympathetic, but as she did not know what else to do she obeyed his request.  The poor youth was so ashamed of his cowardice that he afterward admitted his first thought was to take his own life. He believed he had disgraced himself forever in the eyes of the only girl he had ever loved.  However, he determined to conquer his weakness and win her, which he did. The story came out many years after and was told with much enjoyment by the old men.  Two Strike was better known by his own people than by the whites, for he was individually a terror in battle rather than a leader. He achieved his honorable name in a skirmish with the Utes in Colorado.  The Sioux regarded these people as their bravest enemies, and the outcome of the fight was for some time uncertain. First the Sioux were forced to retreat and then their opponents, and at the latter point the horse of a certain Ute was shot under him.  A friend came to his rescue and took him up behind him. Our hero overtook them in flight, raised his war club, and knocked both men off with one blow.  He was a very old man when he died on the Rosebud reservation. Photo taken in 1908 by Edward S. Curtis.

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Chief Two Strike, 1896