And so, on a Monday morning, the first day of trial, I piled two, huge, legal briefcases full of files and exhibits onto a rolling luggage cart and headed off to court with a cloud of doom and gloom hanging over each step. And on that walk to the courthouse, faced with probable disaster, God spoke to me.
Ok, not really, but hey… wisdom came from somewhere.
I realized that, no matter what happened in the courtroom, no matter how embarrassing or how difficult, the clock would continue ticking. The hours and the minutes would go by. And 5 o’clock would come and the day would be over (and maybe by 3 o’clock, if the judge wanted to leave early).The day would be in the past, and as the Course tells us, “The past is over. It can touch me not.” Lesson 289.
I think of that every now and then, when potential disaster looms. It will be over. I can get through this.
And the trial? The other attorneys didn’t even show up. I called their office. “Where are you guys?”
“Oh,” they smirked. “We talked to the judge on Friday afternoon and got it postponed. We mailed you a notice.”
An old trick. They knew the notice wouldn’t be delivered in time. But at that point, I didn’t care. And you could say they did me a favor because the lesson has stayed with me. I guess I’m the one smirking now. Thanks, guys!