THAT TIME THAT MRS. Lo ALMOST SHOPLIFTED – it was accidental,
of course. I left the grocery store,
lifted up my giant Disney tote, and there they were: a small tub of mozzarella balls and a can of
tomato paste. My first reaction was
horror, and my 10-year-old son picked up on it right away. “What’s the matter, Mommy?” asked Michael,
looking at me with his big, bright blue, innocent eyes.
Hmmm, how
exactly do I explain this? Mommy
accidentally shoplifted? I think I made
a giant mistake? How about: “Mommy forgot to pay for some items …”
My child
doesn’t mince words: “You STOLE from
Price Chopper???” This would be one of
the infinitesimally few times that being a lawyer comes in handy in the world
of Motherhood. “No, no, larceny requires
a mens rea, which is to say an intent to deprive another person of their
property …”
My child was
clearly not impressed. There he stood,
in his Catholic School uniform with his arms folded, with a look that said, OK,
Mommy, cut the lawyer ((CENSORED)) and fix this.
And we
did. We were very late to our next
appointment but we went back in and waited on line to explain what happened,
and to pay. The cashier really didn’t
need the whole backstory, she just wanted to keep the line moving, and rightly
so. I had my items and my receipt. I was
trying to explain how the items got underneath my Disney bag but she was not
all the interested. Is this how it all
starts for a petty thief, I asked myself?
Just one can of tomato paste and your whole life goes downhill? As I was waiting, I thought of my very first jury
trial client.
I was 25
years old and a freshly minted attorney at the Legal Aid Society in a county
south of here. I was waiting for the “perfect”
jury trial. In other words, someone with
such a bad case and such a long record that the prosecutor would not offer a plea
bargain. Someone who was going to jail
for a year no matter what.
His name was
“George” (no, it wasn’t, but you knew that).
He was charged with stealing a pair of shoes. I could wrap myself in his rap sheet many,
many times. It was filled with petit
larceny convictions and arrests. 106 of
them to be exact. “Listen, ma’am, I will
plead guilty, I just want my three hots and a cot,” he had said. As a favor to me, he allowed me to try the
case to get experience, and I agreed to teach him to read. (I had a reading group at the local jail, I
read stories to them out loud, after work, and then we did Hooked on Phonics).
Your first
jury trial is terrifying, and I was a person who did local theatre in New York
City and took some acting classes at NYU; but nothing can prepare you for your first
jury trial. I stood up in front of the
jury and promptly forgot my own name.
George was convicted (not because I forgot my name but because he was
guilty). I gave him a copy of “Call of
the Wild,” the book I was reading to my clients, as a parting gift. He wrote me to tell me he finished reading the
book in jail and went on to another book on the reading list I gave him.
Flash
forward 25 years, to the grocery store. “Mommy,
you are daydreaming again!” said Michael, as he poked me. “Pay for your tomatoes and cheese.” I did.
And I said a silent prayer for George and all the clients in my reading
group. Did he mend his ways, or move on
to other accessories? I will never know.
But in the
end, that’s all we can do. You can take,
take, take from the world or give, give, give.
When you decide to be a Giver, it becomes a habit you just can’t break. Unfortunately, the same is true of the habit
of Taking. “Did you have any doubts
Mommy would go back in and pay?” I asked
my son. “No, I did not,” he said. “You’re not a Thief, you’re my Mommy.” And with that, I figured I must be doing
something right.
Let’s take a
moment to say a prayer for those who do lose their way, and remember
always: There but for the grace of God
go I.
Have a great
day, everyone and, as always, remember to Count Your Blessings! <3 Mrs. Lo www.LoBiondoPage.Blogspot.com
(stay tuned for a special SUNDAY EDITION of the Mrs. Lo Blog tomorrow!) (Photo of the boys in 2009) www.Facebook.com/LoBiondoLaw
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