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Eons ago, early in my career, I got a call from Charlie the dairy farmer. It was about 7 pm. He had slashed his leg and wondered if I would sew him up at the office. He arrived with four little kids all of whom wanted up on the stretcher. I had to hold Amy, age 4, out of the way with my elbow as she kept getting her hair in the wound. Amy now works with my son who is a urologist. Amy is an Ultrasound Tech. Is this part of a narrative or a story or something else.

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Lovely story from my uncle:

Every four years, the Sockeye Salmon return to the place of their birth.

The Adams River. Their DNA has been embedded in the environment for

thousands of years. The Secwepemc people honor that history with a

celebration as they have for millennia. I was asked by the Secwepemc

people to attend a meeting about preparing for the return of the fish.

The celebration was to be named. We sat at the table with the elders and

I was surprised when they asked me to participate in the vote for the

name of the Salmon Celebration. We are of one accord....the return was

to be called....Calling the Salmon Home. The woman who was the most

senior said, "Calling the Salmon Home is calling the people home...."

This revelation tugged at my heart. People came from 60 countries to our

river to witness the spawning and the passing of the fish. Many

thousands of people at river's edge in silence ...and humility. One

young woman stood at the edge of a river pool with her two little girls

and in the water immediately at hand less than a meter away they

observed the male easing out of this life as the female drove the

fertilized eggs into the gravel and then she died. The woman said, "That

is so sad but so beautiful..." And the world comes.

And when the people come and stand at river's edge and observe the

masses of Onchorhyncus nerka writhing in the pools and pairing off for

the final hours of their lives, the witnesses may experience a shift

from photo-op to personal transformation.

Engineers and biologists stand at the river's edge with drones hovering

over the water as they record the movement and analyze the motion of the

fish.

The elder stands there as well, holding the hand of his granddaughter.

She says to the old man, "Why do they dance like that in the pools?"

He replies, "I think they are just happy to be home. If I was away for

four years, I probably would be happy to be home, too."

A young woman stands at river's edge with all of the others, holding her

infant close to her chest. She knows what it feels like to tuck her baby

in for the night but at that moment she bonds with a creature in the

water, that in the final stages of her short existence, is tucking her

fertilized eggs deeply into the crunches of river gravel for the winter

as her own Sockeye DNA becomes part of the environment.

We are one.

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