When life bites you in the ass

Life can take some strange turns.  I never thought that I would become an activist at the age of 56.  I found a simple place in the movement, sitting in the park and knitting.  Knitting things for the occupants of the park and talking to people that would pass by.  It was simple and peaceful.  Then all hell broke loose when the "powers that be" (at least for the moment) decided they didn't like what we were doing.  Now my park is gone and things have changed.  Now, for reasons that I don't really understand, people are looking to me to be in charge, to handle things, to lead.  That's not really what I signed up for.  I just want to sit and knit and chat. Simple.