When he came to, Paints-With-Words spoke calmly, “Falcon, your leg is broken in two places. It
will hurt, but I must set the bones and sew your wound. Mother Earth has provided the medicines, and the Great
Spirit will strengthen you. You are very brave, and you can endure this; I trust that you can.”
Falcon felt like he may vomit. Paints had always been kind to him, but she had never told him he
was very brave.
“I’m sorry, Paints; I shouldn’t have climbed so high.”
“You made a grave mistake, Falcon, and you will pay for it. This injury will hinder you for a long time.
The pain and inconvenience will teach you many lessons. We all make choices, but unwise ones cost us, spiritually
and physically. They can cost us our lives. If you had lost much more blood, this mistake would have taken your
life. No choice is independent from us; all attach to our spirits and to our bodies. They become threads of the
fabric of our being; they weave within us and define us. Our wise decisions enrich us. Our unwise decisions subtract
from our freedom by imprisoning our spirits and by weakening our bodies. Understand this, and you will learn a
valuable lesson. Your heart was pure when you made this choice. You were trying to honor our elders and us. I do not
condone what you did, because the risks were too great, but I am very proud of the reason you made this unwise
He could not believe it. He was not in trouble? He was very brave, and she was very proud?