Green is for Go… Green is for Go
Today was filled with anticipation, planning, fear, uncertainty and more tears than I’ve shed in … ever. And, I’m a crier. Ask any of my anonymous friends.
I started my day by heading to a lawyer for a consultation. Let’s just say that I was quite grateful to find a box of tissue in the lobby – indicating that I wasn’t the first tear-stricken lobby visitor in the history of this firm. So far, so good.
As I sat in the waiting room, the tears soared, tears that even an introduction to a stranger who would be my attorney couldn’t stop.H He was gracious and understanding, yet firm and a no frills, down to business guy. Go figure. He better be.
I had been praying for days that God would guide me in the right direction, and had professed that I would “give it up” when the obsessive thoughts and doubts would reign over my otherwise almost-sane mind. And here I was, now sitting in a glass-contained conference room, I was disclosing the details of the case, and learning the process of what I was about to face.
As I sat talking, he was distracted by someone over my shoulder. Having a boystrous voice, I immediately assumed that someone was telling him to keep it down. He assured me I was fine, but shortly thereafter, excused himself to talk to her. Shortly thereafter, he came back into the room and we continued with the interview.
The information I gained was priceless, and I strongly recommend that even if you cannot afford an attorney, go to the free consultation. The information I gained there was invaluable. Unlike the woman at the front desk of the police station who gave me my keys back the morning after my DUI, he had facts for me concerning what I was about to face. What the process would entail, and what my various options were.
During the past 11 days, I had taken in any an all information available to me about first-offense DUI. And none of this information was as clear and thorough as what I learned during that 45 minutes.
**Interject options for proceeding**
At the end of the consultation, he paused and stated that he needed to disclose that someone in the office knew me.
Shocked, I stated, “Really!? Who”
“The woman who called me out of the conference room is your neighbor and she knows you… Jessica”
“{Explicative}” I said. “we do not get along. She’s the president of our HOA and … Oh my! We used to be great friends, but we now…”
“None of that matters here.” he assured.
Being the believer that everything happens for a reason, I asked to see her. Of all of the hundreds, if not thousands of law firms I could have gone to in the valley, I ended up at my arch nemesis. And… I don’t have archnemeses. But she and I had become distant and had been not speaking for well over a year.
She came in and we hugged, as I saw this as a rendevous set up by a higher power that had tried to soften my spirit and get me to go make amends the Wednesday before during my meditiation at church. It was just uncanny and … unbelievable.
Hororscope….
Meeting girls for coffee.
Noting our comments on the food.