saturday musing

i woke up this morning quite late after a long night had drawn into the early morning and headed out for my morning ritual, pick a coffee shop and sit for a few hours, wake up, get on my computer and people watch. i was bored with the 6 coffee houses in my near walking distance and decided to hop in my car and go to the "cup o joe" in german village. instead of taking the most direct path i for some reason chose to drive straight through downtown. downtown is a ghost town on saturdays. when on any given week day you will find men in power suits, and women in tennis shoes and skirts walking to their skyscraper office,  saturdays and sundays you are lucky to even pass a soul. as i made it to broad and high i saw something interesting...protesters. maybe 30 or 40 tops holding signs and wearing guy forks masks. as i passed them i noticed on one side of the street police on horses standing in a row facing the crowd. i slowed down to make out what the signs said but couldnt quite get it, and continued driving.  as i continued driving i thought about what in my life am i passionate enough about to hold a sign out on a street on a grey rainy ohio day. I thought of those mounted police. i think of those with aids, those caught in human traffiking, those who are poor and hungry. often those that try to help look a lot like this....making noise and holding signs while people pass by and a force greater than them stands on the other side of the street.