Last week, my boss told me that there was a case going on at the courthouse for his friend. I knew this person, but not very well. I decided to go anyway.
The next morning, I attended the trial and sat through about three hours of it. I heard everything about this man that he simply did not want people to know because making these things known were important to his case.
Later on, I had to leave as there was much work to do that day, but I found out later that he did win his case. He celebrated a bit later with a drink at the bar and I talked to him a bit. He said something interesting: I will always be in your debt for this and if I can ever help you, let me know. Let's be clear about my role here: I sat in a chair.
I didn't speak.
I didn't testify.
I didn't help prepare the case.
I didn't contribute any money.
I just sat there and prayed that he was able to be reunited with his son whom he loved very much. I told him what I just wrote and he said, "but you have no idea what it meant to look up during my more emotional moments and see all of you sitting there and knowing you were there for me..."
After that, he asked me something about his son and it led to me speaking about parts of my own life. It was a patch I could describe as Nox Aurumque, because of how much good came out of a situation like that, but what he learned was that my own life mimicked parts of what his son has been through. I took the time to share myself with him and it was really cool.
I had to dash to catch my bus, but out of all of this, I bring a lesson to you: being there is more important than most things we will ever try to do in order to reach the people of this world. If we are lucky and God decides to use us in order to speak, then that is just as well, but we need to search for words less and love more.
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