I guess this is my TEA Party story:

I am a pretty common person that was raised in a common house in a common small town in central Indiana. My parents weren’t wealthy but we always ate well. We farmed and had a garden there was nothing really special about the way I was raised. At least that was what I thought until recently.
I realized that my parents were uncommonly patriotic. I remember growing up the threat of the Soviet Union and the concern that many had for them. My parents were part of a group called the John Birch Society. It really didn’t mean that much to me and my best friend and I joked about it after I was grown. I remember having a club house and in it was a picture of Ronald Reagan. My mom snuck in one day to check on what my best friend and I were up to. Later she told me she had and she told me that she was proud of me. Even at a young age I knew there was something special about him; I didn’t realize how special he was until much later.
I owe an incredible debt to my parents. They taught me to stand up for what I believe in. They taught me to speak up and stand up for those who relied on me. My father was in the pacific theater during WW2. He never regretted it and is proud to have served his country. I never was much of an outspoken person politically but the events that have unfolded in the past few months have rekindled a fire in me that my parents put there so many years ago. I hope I can do the same for my boys.
I was proud that my first “protest” was to bring back responsibility to Washington. I was extremely moved by the whole event. I will admit that all the way to the State House I was in prayer that it would not be a failure. I kept thinking of all those that I knew wanted to be there but couldn’t for one reason or another. God does answer prayer and he answers it in a big way. When I arrived about there were a few hundred people there by the time I walked across the front of the lawn and started back it looked like a few thousand within a few minutes the place was packed. My wife, her best friend, my three boys and I stood together and listened (well the boys 2, 4 and 7 ran around like maniacs and my wife corralled). When the Star Spangled Banner was sung goose bumps rose on my arms. That was nothing new that happens every time I hear it. I was proud of those who had come out to say, ‘we have had enough.’ The group there wasn’t the protest crowd they were the go to work, God fearing, raise my family and help my neighbor’s crowd. As I looked around I thought what have the politicians done to get this crowd up and going.
I hope we always remember and teach our kids that even if things are going well we cannot sit idly by and watch. That is how we got here. We need to stay on top of all the issues. We need to help send congressmen home frequently so they remember why they are there. We need to act like the owners of this country that we are. We The People can no longer afford to be silent.
Just a common American,
Robert A Baugh