I went to court this week and testified. Never done that before and I was a little nervous about the whole thing. Prior to taking the stand, I was instructed to raise my right hand and promise to tell the truth, but there was no Bible in sight, which smashed one of my images of justice. I was directed where to sit. I looked over the courtroom thinking, “Just the facts, ma’am, nothing but the facts.”

Most of the questioning was anticipated and I just answered according to my knowledge. Things seemed to be going alright. Then, the opposition’s lawyer asked if I had ever seen Harold (name changed to protect the innocent) lose his temper. I said no. I was then asked if I had ever seen anyone lose their temper. Now, I spent a career in the public schools and raised four boys so yes, I told council I’d seen tempers flare. The next question left me shaking my head, “Do you think it is possible for Harold to lose his temper?” At that moment I was thinking, “This guy has a doctorate, and he wants to know if it is possible for someone to lose their temper.” I told him I supposed it was possible. Lawyer intimidation was declining in my mind. 

Soon after that exchange, the judge gave me a few instructions and dismissed me. As I was stepping down, I told her this had been my first opportunity to appear in court, and I had been a little nervous. She said, “I hope it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.” I assured her it had been good. She then said, “My parents lived in Malad about 60 years ago.” Really? We had a little visit before I left the courtroom.

Life is Good when you learn again that all roads lead to home and we are all connected! Looking forward to my next court date.