Mother’s Day is the busiest telephone day of the year. Mothers hold a special place in our hearts because there’s no bond like the one between mother and child. It begins as a physical connection and evolves into an emotional, mental, and even spiritual bond.
When I was three and half years old, I started interacting with my “invisible” friends. Toddlers often have invisible friends, except both my parents could see them too. These friends weren’t imaginary—they were spirits. I was a medium born into a family where the ability to perceive and communicate with spirits is a genetic trait which has run in my family for generations. To say I shared a close bond with my parents would be an understatement.
For the most part, we were the all-American family next door. My father Earl was a former US Navy SEAL who worked as an aerospace engineer and my mother Jeannie was a commercial illustrator who gave up her career to be a stay-at-home mom.
Years later I was practicing law and was the senior partner of a firm. No matter how busy I was, Mom and I spoke on the phone every day. She loved to hear about what I was doing especially if it involved a jury trial. Mom always had some wise advice. I never realized how often I spoke to my mother on the phone until after she died.
A few months after my mother passed, I was driving to the courthouse. I had a case set for trial and instinctively picked up my cell phone to call Mom. The stark realization hit me—there would be no call with Mom today—or so I thought.
I pulled myself together and entered the courtroom. The Judge called my case. My client Eddie was a young construction worker whom I’d been representing since he was a teenager. He was nice enough except he had impulse control issues—especially when it came to other people’s sports cars. If Eddie saw a hot sports car with unlocked doors and the keys in plain view, he couldn’t resist taking off in it. Even though he left the cars in the general vicinity of where he took them, taking a stranger’s car without the owner’s permission, even for a joyride, is still grand theft auto.
Like most criminal clients Eddie swore this time he didn’t do it. My defense was based on the facts no one saw him take the car and the fingerprint samples were inconclusive. However, the police spotted Eddie just after midnight walking near the stolen vehicle. Even though he denied everything they promptly arrested “Joy Ride Eddie.”
Judge Hala Ayoub knew Eddie very well and she didn’t like him. Then there was the prosecutor Karl Linsky who was bucking for a promotion and convicting Joy Ride Eddie for grand theft auto just might do the trick.
The first phase of a trial is jury selection which is the only time lawyers can establish a rapport with the jury. It’s been said, “trials are won or lost during jury selection.”
The objective is to empanel a fair and impartial jury. Both prosecution and defense ask the prospective jurors about themselves and their feelings about the legal system. Once questioning is completed those with biases are excused and voila, a jury is selected.
The potential jurors were led into the courtroom. Prosecutor Karl Linsky inquired first. This was a conservative community and the jury panel really seemed to like him. Then, Karl asked, “How are you employed?”
The panel was a mix of retirees, engineers, retail workers, a college professor, an accountant, and a woman in her sixties who looked down and replied meekly, “I never worked. I was just a stay-at-home mom.”
“Uh—okay,” Erik responded, “No further questions.”
It was my turn and as I approached the podium, tingles resonated through me. I recognized this as the electromagnetic energy of a spirit just as I caught a whiff of Chanel No. 5 perfume. That was Mom’s signature perfume! I immediately recognized this as a “frequency beacon,” which is an energetic impulse sent by spirit.
I paused, closed my eyes, and gently inhaled through my nose and exhaled from my mouth. Years earlier, Mom taught me how this technique calms the mind and opens the brain to frequency. It was working. I felt the presence of Mother Jeannie’s spirit as her message unfolded.
“MR. ANTHONY,” Judge Ayoub thundered, “We’re waiting!”
“Yes, Your Honor,” I said shifting my focus to the jury panel who eyed me strangely. I caught a glimpse of the prosecutor gloating and sensed he felt my odd behavior had alienated the jury panel.
I looked at the female juror and said, “And you were a stay-at-home Mom?”
“Y-yes,” she looked ashamed.
Mom is on the clock 24/7 as a mother, spouse, chef, accountant, housekeeper, tailor, carpenter, chauffeur, medic, psychologist, teacher, and secretary—you never get a day off—even when you’re sick—it’s the hardest job in the world. My mother passed recently and she was a stay-at-home Mom—she said it doesn’t pay—except in love.”
The juror looked up and smiled. In fact, everyone in the courtroom smiled, even Judge Ayoub who was also a mother. The only one not smiling was the prosecutor.
Hours later the jury found Eddie not guilty—but the biggest surprise was the foreperson of the jury who was none other than the stay-at-home Mom.
I may not have had a phone in my hand that day, but I still received a call from Mom, and as usual, her advice was spot on.
This Mother’s Day, if your mom is living in the material world go see her. If you don’t live nearby, call her by phone, Facetime, Zoom or Skype. Don’t text! Talk with her because that may be the last time you ever get to hear her voice or see her face.
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