I have been meaning to write this for some weeks now, but I guess my resilience is completely lackluster in comparison with the inspiring man I write this story about.  It all started the week of April 1st 2012, it was my spring break for college, and I took it upon myself to work the Masters. For those who don’t know, the Masters is one of the most important, and prestigious golfing events in the world.  Back to the issue, or for better phrase, back to the inspiring event at hand. My job was to help the sheriff’s direct traffic.  Meaning I was outside the event for most of my time. Which I didn’t mind, because I had my fair share of entertainment courtesy of a protesting preacher, and his family. The first day was filled with laughter. There was Laughter from patrons mocking the preacher, and laughter from myself.  I simply didn’t understand it. I wondered why he was protesting an event like the masters, and I wondered why he seemed to be so angry at people who were clearly trying to enjoy an American past time. Nothing more. Nothing less.  The laughter and the cluelessness would go on for two more days, until a mild conversation made its way to my ears on a Thursday morning.


Preacher: Honey I’m going to go head and walk over to the other side.

Daughter: Why daddy?

Preacher: Its more people over that way, I can reach more people.


In that single moment of accidental nosiness, realization started to sink in.  It wasn’t in this man’s nature to be antagonizing, he wasn’t a hater of all things golf, and he genuinely, and honorably wanted to simply reach the most people he could.  Over the course of the next few days I would go on to find out, that he and his family have been protesting different events for over eighteen years now, that they are never in one place for longer in a week, that they are constantly badgered and bullied, and that if they could even make but one soul think twice about the life they are living then they couldn’t be happier.