Four weeks ago I answered a knock on my door. I was surprised when I opened it. There stood a friend, a 56-year-old Houma Indian who has been a crew boat captain for many years. I was surprised as this man very rarely visits my home. I asked him, "how are you?" Then I realized he had tears in his eyes. As he began to speak, tears streamed down his face. He began by saying, "I'm sorry, but I need to tell somebody." He paused to compose himself.