As you already know, I attended the Walk For Life WC last weekend with a group from CU.
High points:
- Taking those first few steps in such a large mass group of people. It felt reminiscent of World Youth Day.
- My girlfriend Rosario and I had signs from 40 Days For Life, one of which had a picture of a baby in utero. A number of mothers came up to us to show their children what they looked like before they were born. It was really precious.
- Meeting Rev. Hoye, who despite his circumstance struck me as a strong man of faith.
- Meeting Fr. Frank Mary, from EWTN’s “Life on the Rock”
- Watching counter-protesters attempt to flirt with my friend Rosario, lol.
- Going to the most awkward Catholic party evah afterward.
Low Points:
- Seeing the pain and anguish in the faces of the counter-protesters.
- Almost dying on the ride back!
The counter-protestors were pretty much the lowest point in the day. I wasn’t upset that they were there, just troubled by some of the things that they were saying. There was one girl, probably in her mid-20s, who I don’t think I’ll ever forget. She followed one of my friends and I for a while and kept yelling, “Pro-Slut! Pro-Choice!” All I could think was, “Why on earth are you calling yourself that?”
One of my girlfriends said something I thought was incredibly poignant—if “their side” is right, if their viewpoint is truly the good, where is their joy? Why are they so angry? It was borderline painful to look at some of these people who I could just tell have wounded and troubled souls lash out in false defiance. FYI, there were only about 100 counter-protestors, probably less than that. I was expecting thousands, but really it was just a small group of people in weird costumes who cursed and yelled the whole time.
After the walk we went to lunch, mass, and then to an “after-party.” It was basically a Catholic singles meat-market. It got fun after a while, but the first two hours were brutal. Rap music, too much wine, men circling around like sharks old enough to be my father…it was just brutal in every way possible. But I digress.
We took a bus from LA to SF, with the idea that we would leave SUPER early in the morning (4 am to be exact) and sleep on the bus. The bus company got the driver a hotel room, so the plan was that he would drop us off, sleep during the day, pick us up and drive us back. That was the plan. However…the bus driver did not go to sleep! Apparently another bus had hit our bus, and the driver spent most of the day dealing with the insurance and whathaveyou.
We left SF at around 9 pm. I was exhausted and fell asleep, but then woke up a few hours later to people screaming. Our bus driver was swerving on the foggy highway! We pulled over to talk to him, but the problem was that he was a Chinese immigrant and only spoke a few words of English. Ironically enough he spoke some broken Spanish, so one of the girls was able to convince him to go to sleep for an hour on the bus.
Naturally, people were royally pissed off and two people ended up getting off the bus and getting a hotel room. I was too deliriously tired to care, but obviously we made it home safe and everything was fine. I plan on making the Walk a yearly trip, but I am soooo flying on a plane next year! I will put more pictures up later today in a separate post.
BTW, sorry this took forever and a week to put up! Pax Christi, Rebecca.