I wake up each morning in awe as the sun pulls back the curtain over the cornfield, revealing the beauty of colours that surrounds me. I rest my head on my pillow night after night, after watching a sunset that couldn't possibly be better than the next, yet it is. Then there are the in between times which are filled with learning, delight and amazement. Running through all of this there is a gratitude in my heart for this life I get to call mine. For this country life, surrounded by nature, solitude, animals and family is more blessings than one could ever ask for, let alone deserve.
Gratitude. It's always there in the back of my mind. Dreams like this don't always come true, of that, I am fully aware but living this life can also lead you astray at times, down a path of cheeriness and bliss that can leave one living in a bubble.
To the young man whose trial I was summoned to for jury duty last week, I don't know if you're guilty or not, and for me, it doesn't really matter. I am not a juror on your trial. I will never have to bear the burden of weighing the evidence that will affect you for the rest of your life. What I will have to carry with me, every day, is what your life was like before you entered that courtroom. Was your family one that every child deserves but many never experience? Were you subjected to poverty that should never happen in a country as rich as ours? Did your chance at a decent education spiral downwards as your tried to deal with the hand in life you were dealt? I can guess at some of your answers but I don't truly know.
Many people will say we all have choices in life, and up until last week I would have agreed with that wholeheartedly. Now I realize, it's quite easy to make good choices when life has always dealt you a winning hand.
To the young man whose trial I was summoned to for jury duty, I am sorry. I am sorry that we live in a society that often wants nothing to do with you until you cause them a problem. I'm sorry that over two hundred people were there to hear the twelve charges laid against you and to hear your pleas yet no one was there for you when you needed them most...all those days of your life before that fateful day.
And to you young man, as I pray for you each day, I thank you. Thank you for bursting that bubble I chose to dwell in and setting me straight. This life is for living, yes. It's also for caring for each other, protecting one another and loving our fellow man. Perhaps if we had more of that, there would be a legal system with nothing but time on its hands.