The last 6 years have been the most extreme of my life. It began with the joyful birth of our 2nd child. It exposed me to horrible, life-changing, events and I've seen some of the best of the human spirit too. I've had my faith tested, my belief in my fellow man tested, my belief in myself tested over and again.
During that time I wrote a book whose purpose was to awaken those around me to a danger they all faced. An evil with a babyface. A man with a psychotic-like greed for power within him. I used the book to help me end his career in politics. When he sought to expand his behavior from county to state, I actively supported his opponent. His opponent won the election by a few hundred votes in a tension-filled day. I lobbied the State Bar and the State Supreme Court's investigators with my book and letters showing why an end to his career in law was the right action to take. This week he was disbarred from the practice of law. He will hurt no one else.
People have asked why I did these things. Was it revenge? "Do you have a self-serving motive," they asked. Others, especially those who know me, understand my motivation without asking.
I've received numerous celebratory calls and emails since the disbarrment. But seeing "The People" put an end to this man's career isn't something I celebrate. There was no joy in this for me. It was a matter of necessity I take up the pen when I faced the sword. You might understand it as a matter of patriotic duty. A duty that each of us bear to protect our countrymen from "threats foreign and domestic." That's a bit romantic for my taste, but it is one explanation.
My reason quite simply is in this photo. What I care about is shown there. It is the reason I pled guilty when there was no crime. Why I endured all that comes with such a weighty decision. And, why, as wrong as that choice was, it was the right choice to protect the people I love. This photo is my story. Were you to have walked in my shoes, I have no doubt it would be your story too.
Blessings to you and yours!