There are times that I wonder why I bother with the Festival. Why I spend all the time and energy on it. Why I don't just give it up and stay home with my baby.*
And then, something happens to remind me.
Sunday, I had a rather intense encounter with someone just before the Festival was set to open. I am still not entirely certain what I did to upset him, but before I knew it, he was two inches from my face, spraying me with saliva as he cussed me out. With every fiber of my being struggling to maintain my cool, I asked him to leave. When he was finally escorted away, I breathed a sigh of relief, and fought back the tears of anger that threatened to burst out of me at any moment.
Until I turned to find myself in the middle of a sea of support. Many of my performers were there to offer me hugs. More than a few offered physical violence upon him should he return. I was surrounded in an instant by the love of so many people that I did not know cared so much for me.
Even now, days later, I fight back tears. But these are tears of joy and awe at the amazing Festival family I have been blessed with. And I know that I would do anything for them.
This is why I stay.
*Other than the fact that staying at home all the time would make us both crazy, but whatever. . .