How would you feel if someone told you the land you lived on was not really yours, yet every document indicated it all belonged to you? The land was handed down through time from father to son: It was simply our inheritance. That is the way it always had been, and who in his right mind would doubt it? Those were the thoughts in my mind. Still, the thought of the land not belonging to me rankled me, to the point where I went home and searched through all the papers I received from the lawyers who had executed the legal transaction from my Dad’s land to me. I was now the sole owner of the land and it was a matter of trust that everything had taken its due course.