Jury Duty

Today I’ve sat in a holding cell for close to 5 hours (and counting). They call it jury duty. Most of us have experienced this jewel of American freedom. It’s that little pink/cream noted envelope that shows up at your home signifying  both your responsibility as an American and complete loss of at least one day of life quest.

I wonder if we all have the same thoughts after receiving that letter.

First, we daydream ignorance. We convince ourselves that if CA can’t even refund our taxes they surely can’t pay a law enforcement body to track us down. Secondly, we practice a cough and wonder if a new disease might work.

Finally, we resign ourselves to the “what we could say” process. These “could say” ideas include excuses, past experience with judicial opinion, below the line politically incorrect sarcasms, or even that we’re the first male in human history to be pregnant.

I’ve entertained all options but it was Natalya that reminded me why I sit here.

She reminded me that this past year at Generate I’ve hugged and prayed over a handful of our young guys who today are in Afghanistan or Iraq. Each day they’ve chosen to place their life on the line so that I can practice judicial and democratic freedoms. If it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be able to feed my kids, travel where I please, or own this computer to type.

Jury duty ain’t so bad.

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