This week I was called to jury duty. I know, I know, I can hear the moans from here, but to be honest, it was an interesting experience. I was not one chosen to sit during the trial, but I did get this close. My expectation was that most people would be trying to get out of being picked for the trial. I found, however, was that the vast majority of people in my grouping seemed to feel a sense of duty and gave what I felt to be thoughtful and honest responses to the judge’s and lawyer’s selection questions.
We were to be there at 8:30 am and assembled in a large room on the 5th floor. The room was full, not standing room only packed but full, I would estimate at least 80 or 90 people. Coffee was steaming hot, the room was filled with activity; this one talking about family, over here travel, some people quietly reading magazines or books, some pursuing their smartphones. All comfortably waiting to see if they would be chosen for a trial. Continue reading
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