I am BISON. I grew up among Bison. Bison take care of one another.
Bison recognize other Bison not in a handshake or chant or even a brand. Bison know each other by a shared experience. A raising up from something uncertain into something rare and undeniable. And once you have Bison in you it never leaves. You are forever Bison. And you become different, special, unwavering, and unshakable. You move about in search of other Bison and you always find them and they find you. Upon sighting, nothing contrived needs to be created because it already exist. It is kindred and grew at first on the yard and in the PUNCHOUT and down in the valley. Bison who roamed freely, explored freely, dreamed freely and fought doggedly to live as Bison.
I am proud to be Bison. I am proud to know Bison. I dream in Bison.
No matter where I go or what becomes of me professionally, financially, spiritually. I will always come back to where it first began and I will bow my best bow and show my extreme gratitude beside the hoofs of others like me and our first tread.
I will return to my herd and we will rejoice together, cry together, stand together as Bison. Without them I would not be who I have become.
With them I can become anything I desire.