A letter from my brother

April 18. 2008

Chief:

How frightening it must feel, when the fire is racing towards you, and you are surrounded by mountains. No place to run, no one to ask for help. nowhere to fly away. That's how I imagine a wounded eagle, in the lands where the Sun goes down.

That's how i felt when I read your letter. I wish I could perform miracles. I wish I could chase away the bad spirits surrounding you. Spirits of the flesh and of the mind.

I wish I could stop your boat from sinking. I wish I could gather big buckets and extract the bad waters. I wish I could keep you afloat!

This weekend, God has found you. No place to hide, God has tagged you. And if the winds are right, you will find tranquility, peace and love. In fact, God has always been there walking in your shadow. The question is? Have you looked back to see him? Make no mistake where you are. No more playing hide-and-seek with him. This is it!

The winds have brought you this far. Don't keep him waiting. With eyes that look into the darkness of souls, he has extended his arms toward you. Reach out and touch him. Reach out and hug him. Soon you will be free.

He has heard you crying in the night. Put your hand in the air and touch him. He is there. He is there for you and me. He has been there all along, and I will be here for you aslong as he permits my heart to beat like the drum.

Love you,
Fito