Driving for hours through the dusty roads of the Navajo reservation we had been unsuccessful in finding a person to interview. When we stumbled upon Kee we could tell instantly that he was going to be a very special person by the way he carried himself. Once he agreed to the interview he took us several miles away from his home to an abandoned grouping of rocks. Here he would tell us of his life on the reservation and his strong commitment to his family. Although his sister had sliced his face with a knife, he professed his love and forgiveness for her. As we left we felt connected to Kee and wished him well. We piled into the van and headed northeast towards Utah.