When we lived on the Navajo Indian Reservation in the 1960s, Mr. Rex Kontz was Fort Defiance’s postmaster. He was also my surrogate father.

I wouldn’t be where I am today, or possibly even be alive, if it hadn’t been for the angels in my life.

As my disabilities became more apparent in childhood, I often felt sorry for myself. I had dyslexia, along with poor hearing and eyesight.