A few days ago I was approached by a fellow at the recycling center. He told me he was a juror in a trial I had years ago. It only took a few seconds before we were reminiscing about the case.
He wanted to know how my client was doing.
After all these years— 25 years or so anyway. At the time my client was a young boy riding a bike when he was struck by a car. How well I recalled the case; it was a great victory and I have such fond memories of his family.
These days my client is a grown man with a good job and his own family.
He’s doing quite well—- something the fellow at the recycling center was happy to hear.
After all these years he still cared about the people involved in the case he was asked to help decide.