On a Friday evening not long ago, a friend told me she’d had jury duty. I told her I’d never been selected—but wanted to do my civic duty.
The following Monday afternoon, look what arrived in my mailbox. Now why don’t my other wishes come true so quickly?
I’m blogging about this now because once I report for duty, I probably won’t be able to. From what I understand, the first day is really just a time for checking in, hearing the rules, and getting a list of dates to keep open over the next few months—so I’ll be available to serve if selected.
I wonder what lies ahead.
I’m not unfamiliar with the legal system. I’ve worked with lawyers, given depositions, and sworn to “tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth”.
But I’ve never sat on a jury.
A few months ago I offered moral support to a friend—while sitting in a courtroom full of humanity. It was a day of soul searching. I blogged about it HERE. I wonder if I’ll be sitting on a jury hearing the case of any of the neighbors I saw that day. I wonder how that would feel. I hope it’s not the young, redheaded mother-of-three. Somehow I think there’s probably another soul-searching experience ahead…