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On my way to New Orleans, my 19th trip, to deliver food and clothes, and building materials, I did not have a designated area for delivering it to.
Meeting the Navajo tribe was God sent.
When I saw the poverty I was moved, touched, and inspired because I can relate because this is where I am from.
I gave them everything on my truck. I then got wish lists of what they really needed.
a year later bringing the items to the Navajo Reservation, I got lost on the Hopi Reservation and found the Hopi villages.
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