His name is John, although he has a few other names. He was born in Alaska, to a tribe related to my cousins'husband's tribe in Oregon, the Shoshone-Bannock. He was born with fetal alcohol syndrome, adopted by my cousins with two cracked ribs, a broken arm and a broken leg at six months old. Now he is huge, over six feet, with some of the aspects of disability, autisim, fetal alcohol syndrome...but of course he is a miracle of survival at all.
He wasn't a cute baby or an easy one. He…Continue