A woman in
her late 50s approached the bench. She
felt lucky, she told the judge, because the judge spoke Spanish. Obviously I understood her. She told a very exasperated judge that her
daughter and son-in-law were in jail and would not be out for seven years. She needed to take custody of her
granddaughter. The judge kept barking
questions at her: ‘why did you bring the child with you?’ ‘Because I had no one
to leave her with.’ ‘Where are your orders?’
‘I don’t know what that means.’ ‘Do you think your daughter will contest
this?’ ‘Ummm, no, she’s in jail for at least seven years. I’m the only family my granddaughter has.’ Then she barraged this humble lady with more
questions that she didn’t have a clue how to answer. ‘Do you have an attorney? Are you going to get one? Did you notify your daughter? When did you do that? You have to notify her again. Do you have new orders? Do you know what orders are? If you don’t know someone needs to tell you
what they are. You have to get them from
the library. You can’t come into my
court without orders.’ The woman was
reduced to nothing; didn’t have a thing to say.
The judge handed her a piece of paper telling her a court date had been
set. As she walked away holding her
little granddaughter’s hand I couldn’t help but feel compassion for her. She needed help. I handed her my name and telephone number on
a piece of paper and told her she should call me and I would explain to her
what she needed to do. She smiled at me
through her tear-stained face and just said, ‘I will call you. My name is Juanita.’
Today I’m grateful
that, if we ask Him, God always gives us a tender heart and the opportunity to
help others.
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