A quote: “It is not what a lawyer tells me I may do; but what humanity, reason, and justice tell me I ought to do.” ~~ Edmund Burke
I’ll start with a story …
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My cellmate slept; I planned. I wrote nothing down doing everything expected of me. A rehabilitated man! A freed man.
The gavel was on the dash. But I had placed it in the judge’s grave back in the woods? I drove over the bridge, dropping the gavel into the dark waters below.
It was on the bed at the motel. It was in the car, then on the chair at the diner, then on the gas pump as I filled up to get out of town.
Back at the bridge, I swing my leg over the rail, gavel in hand.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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“Help!”
David looked into the terrified eyes of the man in the water. Forty years, yet David instantly recognized the man, saw the man recognized him.
“Please!”
He was losing his grip on the debris keeping him afloat. David looked at the man’s extended arm.
“I cannot swim!”
David often imagined meeting, but on a sinking ferry? David looked at his own arm, tattooed “Birkenau119734.” And again at the double lightning bolts on the man’s arm.
“Please.”
Remembrance of hate, cruelty flooded David’s head. David spoke. “Never again.” And reaching out, grabbed the arm and pulled him into the lifeboat.
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