…As the sun was setting rose and gold over the pacific yesterday, I heard a father loudly and relentlessly berating his silent 11-year-old son. What had the boy done? He hadn’t listened to his dad about finding the best surfing waves.

I did not know how to stop the father. I did not know how to protect the son.

The boy went back into the surf as commanded by the dad. His shoulders rode low as though broken by the tirade. Waves toppled him.