Profound Peace.

Yesterday I was driving down Florida Ave. (the main street in Hemet) and I saw a group of people marching with flags. Of course, I stopped. I had to get a picture. I didn't know who they were or what they were doing but I had to capture it. I needed to know these people and their cause.

After inquiring, I learned who they are and what their cause is. I had the priveledge of meeting Danny Banks, a prominent member of the Soboba Indian tribe. Banks told me that they were marching across town in order to fight diabetes and raise awareness.

Sometimes, when I meet new people... I am taken aback. This doesn't happen often. It probably only occurs 2% of the time. When I meet these 2% of people, I am impacted by their words and more importantly their presence. Banks spoke passionately about fighting diabetes and the pain that it causes his people. I could tell in his eyes that he would do anything to find a cure... pure desperation. The pure desperation that makes you want to get up and do something. and that is exactly what he did. He and other members of his tribe marched for several miles across town proudly waving their flags and beating their drums... fighting the fight.

This week has been huge for me. I have made huge strides toward peace. Profound peace. This man represents that to me. I am so honored to have crossed paths with him.