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The Blackfoot Indian tell this story;

While climbing in an area of steep cliffs, an Indian brave came upon an eagle's nest. There were several eggs in the nest, and he managed to steal one and carry it back to his village. He placed the egg in a hen's nest, and after it hatched, the young eagle followed the mother chicken about and grew up believing itself to be a chicken. All day the young eagle walked about with its head lowered to the ground in the same way the chickens did, scratching in the dirt, pecking at worms and seeds.

One day, when the eagle was fully grown, he looked up and saw a magnificent bird soaring in the heaves. He went to the old grandmother hen, who knew many things about the world, and asked, "what's that bird, Grandma?"

"that's an eagle," the old chicken said.

"How wonderful it must be to fly like that," the young eagle said, looking up at the great bird. "Yes," Grandma said, nodding in agreement, "but you must forget about flight. You are a chicken."

So the eagle spent his life scratching in the dirt with the chickens. W e are eagles and we must recognize our identity. As eagles we have to accept the responsibility of of being ourselves and not react to other people's emotions, viewpoints and effort to control us. We have to be cause in our own lives and not the effect of others. That is the difference between being a free man or a slave.