Yeah. Well, just thinking back, my dad was military, of course. He had his roles. And then my mom went to residential school, and that’s where they were trying to assimilate the Native out of the Natives. And they taught her how to sew and knit and those kind of hands-y things—creative things, I guess, you want to say, but there was more to it. [long emotional pause] They—you know, there’s always good and bad, between the two. And, you know, it helped her to be creative, helped her to develop those things. But it also impeded who she really was. You know what I mean? And that— I think those kinds of things were damaging to her. And with my dad, being in the army, the life there was damaging to him.
But for some reason, for some reason, they chose to put religion in our life—which I am so grateful for. I am so grateful for—if anything, that’s where it started.
It gave me direction. It gave me a choice. Right and wrong. You know what I mean? Things like that. It gave me—oh, gosh, what else would it have given me? A lot of good things. A lot of good things. I’m not going to say I can pinpoint it, but to be a good person, and to service other people. It just gave me [the sense that] there’s something bigger than this world. And to be grateful for every day. Those kinds of things.