I feel proud when I go out, to hear non-indigenous people greeting me in my language, to hear my family, my own group, speaking their language. when we gather together we're speaking our language to each other. They speak it in their homes every day. What drives me to keep going is my old people. Their ways are too precious to be forgotten. I never want to forget them, I don't want all our mob to forget them. They went through tremendous hardships and they endured. If they hadn't, I wouldn't be here doing what I've done now. They have guided me the whole way. For reconciliation, we really need this to happen. One of the ways I can think of that to happen is for non-indigenous people who live in Darambal country to be speaking Darambal language.