The Aloha Run was as I said a bit scary with lots of pre anxiety! Being around people was a whole lot different--than 1993. It was a real mixture of ages, and major multiculture differences from our march. I am so mono in my thinking only because I live in a single culture community. I also grew up in a mono community. Our multi culture in Hawaii is unique and different from other places. Its almost utopia, and in a surreal way!
I was in a dream like state the whole time just watching other people press through their pain and suffering. Urging their family member on and encouraging each other with lots of descriptive words that were positive.
The Principal at my work place even walked up to me and said some kind words to me. He wanted to know how I was and if I was doing okay on the job. It was not only physically enduring, but a mental challenge too.
I did stop in at the McKinley Statue and had some few words with different people that took the time out of their busy lives to set up all those signs of our Ku'e Petitions that our family members signed knowing the risk that was involved.
My ohana spent generations to remedy the Hawaiian Kingdom and continues on until this day.
Both grandparents Auld and Mitchel were born into their fathers work of courage.
"His son William Auld was an aide to King Kalākaua. He married Mary Adams, the daughter of Captain Alexander Adams in 1859.[3] He was also a member of the Hui Aloha ʻAina, and was one of three delegates who took a large petition protesting Hawaii's annexation to America to Washington D.C. Auld was also a successful businessman in Honolulu, and owned several businesses. Auld Lane in Honolulu is named after William Auld.
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