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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

When a Worry-Wart Serves on a Jury


Let's have a good laugh at my expense, shall we? Especially for my fellow worriers out there - listen in!

In the last three years I have served Jury Duty twice - one criminal case and one civil case - and both of them were stressful experiences for various reasons. Now, don't get me wrong, I love our jury system and I'm not disparaging it in any way. We should joyfully serve and fulfill our civic duty as citizens of this great country. Seriously! However, I am probably just not wired right to be able to do that. I was a mess of nerves and emotion and stress both times.

So let's flash forward to a few days ago, when my husband brought in the mail and sat it on the counter and I saw that oh-so-familiar black and white seal of our county on the top left corner, staring out at me from underneath the rest of the mail. "Oh no... jury duty AGAIN?!" I cried to myself.

I refused to touch it.

I left it sitting on the counter for days, as I proceeded to fret, worry, and royally stress out about having to go through that process again.

I worried about having someone's life (or financial situation) in my hands. I worried about if there would be a child involved again. I re-lived all the things I hated from the first two times. I dreaded our office being understaffed again and feeling guilty about being the reason for that stress on my co-workers. I worried about not being forceful enough in my argument to be able to convince my jurors if I thought they were ruling incorrectly. I fretted about being called to the same court that was on the opposite end of the county from me and having to make that hour and a half drive again. And on and on and on.

So yesterday I finally decided to suck it up and deal with it. Worrying about it wasn't going to get me off the hook, right?

I picked the envelope up off the counter and saw a bright blue "Tag Your Wag" icon on it. Huh? I looked at the address again: County ANIMAL CARE & CONTROL! It was the tag/license renewal paperwork for my dog.

God has a funny way of teaching us lessons, doesn't He?