The challenge of sharing two cultures within a famiily:

Once there was a little turtle, so cute and sweet and fair; not short and slow like others were, but though she was tall and graceful, was not always the first one there…

This turtle was different; she lived in a certain way, she thought it was very important, to organize her day; and everything accomplished meant more than she could say…

Sometimes others flashed her by, with dreams and oh-so-gay, but she was sure to pass them somewhere along the way; for the very reason that she always had the message, which others failed to take.

You see, she was a racing turtle, and she always took the prize; not for being the flashiest, but for making the finish mark, which others failed time after time …

Some would fall, and she would call, “please get up one more time!” Looking inside and smiling as she sped away, saying "there are many prizes, but only one of them is mine!"

{Poem 1980, Alaska)

Oscar Jones

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