Early on an August morning in 1492, three sailing ships, the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria, left port under the command of a man named Christopher Columbus with the intent of finding a new trade route to the Far East. At the exact moment they set sail, a child was born in the soft grass of a high meadow in a landmass that would become America.
His mother, cupping him in her gentle hands, lifted him aloft and thanked the Great Spirit for the gift. She reached for the bark vessel containing water drawn from the nearby stream and washed his tiny body. “My baby—my son. Feel the tender breeze. Hear the soft murmur of the brook. Your name shall be Wawate Ca—Gentle One.” She then swaddled the baby in the supple rabbit pelt prepared for him, and with a soft melodic voice, began shaping his future. Her song was from the heart, for she was a gentle spirit with a belief that all life was precious.
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