My parents Robert n Helen came to my door one Sunday morning after three years of silence. The first words my mother said made me forget every angry thing between us.
Three years earlier we had stopped speaking after a family argument.
Birthdays passed and nobody called. Christmas came n their chairs stayed empty That Sunday I opened the door and found them standing there together.
My father looked nervous and my mother held her little brown purse tightly.
She said we are getting older and we do not want to waste another year being strangers. For a few seconds nobody moved Then I hugged them both.
We spent that afternoon drinking coffee and talking about all the years we had lost
Nothing from the past disappeared But something inside us finally changed
Pride can steal years that we can never get back.
Sometimes making peace matters more than proving who was right.
I know this brother is getting all the smoke right now. All heroes don’t wear capes. Thank you, Sir for thinking about those three children. He stated that the other jurors were activists from the start of the trial, and their interviews after proved what he was saying. Seriously; God bless this man. I don’t care about his past. Don’t care how much he owed in rent, at that moment, he had more decency in his heart than everyone in that deliberation room, who clearly had an agenda.
Reddington's wife is now participating in the doxx and harassment campaign against the lone holdout juror
The Massachusetts Bar needs to open an investigation into him