Ok. I am going along, minding my own business.
I am working my ass off. And I get the news that as of October 1(because of new legislation) my job as attorney for parole violators is in serious jeopardy.
I freak out. Big Time.
That is a rather large chunk of the business budget and could cost Melodie her job.
Melodie freaks out. Big Time.
That afternoon I have a consult with a client and I am trying to figure out how to be presentable while hanging from the ceiling and wailing. (My usual freak out position)
I figure we will need sound dampening because Melodie is in the reception area in a fetal position and sobbing mightily. (Her usual freak out position)
My client comes in, and before I can say boo. Or boo-whoo. Says he wants to go to trial.
I am now stunned. But still on the ceiling.
Then his wife hands me a check for the amount that I had quoted some months ago. A quote given long before news of any financial crisis. Long before parole issues. Long before anything but an absolute calculation of the work I would have to put into the case.
It was a lot of work.
The check hit the table about the time I hit the floor. Melodie uncurled.
And I asked (not for the first time) "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" And I started into all the cons of going to trial.
And he said to me, "Something tells me this is what I have to do."
OK. So I exaggerate the story a bit. It is very hard to hang from the ceilings in my office. And Melodie does not sob.
But the point is that every time there is a crisis of any form, something happens to ease it.
Something comes along.
And it has happened alot since Dan died. And I know, in my bones, and in my soul, that he is watching.
Even as I hang from the ceiling. (A vision that I am sure he is laughing at!)