Imagine being born without an identity, not knowing who you are, who your people are or where you come from. Imagine being thrown away by your mother, the one who was supposed to care, to nurture and support, as though you were worthless, nothing more than garbage to be left at the curb. Imagine walking this world alone, so utterly alone with no support. Eventually a time will come when you will need to know. Who are you, what are you, why are you? Why do you exist? What is your purpose? Do you have a purpose or is your existence to forever be damned by suffering and pain? What would you do? Give up, quit, lay down and die? Do you have what it takes to carry on, to refuse to be beaten into submission? This is how I came to be. This is my reality. And this is my story. What was required of me to learn who I was and why I was given this gift of life. This is my journey to meet my relatives, my People, my blood and discover what it means to be descended from the original indigenous First Nations of North America. This is my journey to discover my purpose. Do you have the courage to turn these pages and walk with me through all the bloody lessons to become the man I am now? Is there strength in you to stand again, rise again regardless the agony heaped upon you? What will you become if you do? Who will you be when the final page has turned?