A young Native American boy respectfully approached his Grandfather, a tribal elder and politely asked, “Grandpa, none of the children in my school have names like we do. Can you tell me how we Native Americans choose our names?”
“Sure”, his Grandfather replied and gestured for him to sit down. “We name our children after a significant event that occurred at the time of…ummmm…conception”. He looked for a reaction from the young boy, saw none and continued. “When I was conceived, my mother and father saw a large hawk flying overhead so they named me Flying Hawk”.
The boy was intrigued so he continued.
When your mother was conceived, I had seen a very large deer run by that day so we named her Running Deer. Do you understand or should I go on?”
“No, I think I understand. Thank you Grandpa”.
“No problem Broken Rubber, you run along now”.
Superman found his phone booth 