Editor’s Note: In a world where random violence seems to be a constant threat, it can feel like we’re on our own, unprotected and unsupported. As part of our occasional series “What’s Your Story,” Sheila Jumping Bull of Oakland describes how she found strength and solace from a spiritual ceremony called “Wiping of the Tears.”
By Sheila Jumping Bull
Two years ago I was shot in my leg while waiting for the bus. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. After being shot, I was told that I would never walk again, or that if I did, I’d have to walk with a cane. Being that I had to stay in bed for three months straight, not being able to walk or hold my own baby or do anything for myself, I became depressed. I didn’t want anything to do with life. Mentally, I was not here. I couldn’t believe what was going on. I was angry, confused and hurt.
We have a medicine man that comes to our Native community, once a month. He does ceremonies, sweat lodges, talking circles. He did a ceremony called Wiping of the Tears. I didn’t want to participate in this ceremony, but a lot of people from the Native American community told me that I should because it would help me.