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          I began 2012 on a dream trip to The Galapagos Islands with National Geographic and some friends I’d met the previous year my trip to Antarctica with NatGeo.  HEAVEN! 

          The day I returned to work, I set out directly for a court case I’d been working on for well over a year.  It was an extremely contentious case that completed depositions just before I left for The Galapagos.  I had formed the belief that the opposing counsel was a horrible, arrogant, calculating automaton best exemplified by how he reacted when the court reporter started choking during a deposition.  I asked the attorney to pause his questioning to make sure the court reporter was OK and he responded, “If he needed a break, he’d say so.”  To which I cried:  “HE CAN’T BREATHE!”  My heart races now just recounting that event.

          Let’s rewind a bit:  During depositions, this attorney and I had a difference of legal opinion about a particular issue.  That happens and is part of what can make law so interesting.  I said I’d sleep on our different perspectives.  The next morning I proffered a compromise.  Because I didn’t fully yield to his position, he maintained his objection for the record – – which he was perfectly entitled to do.  I thought the whole thing was over, we’d agreed to disagree, and the judge would make a ruling if and when it came to that.  I felt I’d done my job protecting my client while being reasonable.  I imagine the other lawyer felt he’d protected his client and preserved the record as well.  No problem.  Both lawyers doing their jobs.  Off to The Galapagos I went.

          When I appeared in court for our scheduled status conference after my vacation, this lawyer asked me in the hall if I’d reconsidered my position.  After stating that I thought we’d been through all of that and that our respective positions were clear, I asked why he was asking.  He said, “Because you bribed a witness and I’m going to make a motion for sanctions.”  He was not kidding.  It was insufficient that the witness I was accused of bribing overheard this and blurted out, “SHE DID NOT!”

          When I received the papers containing his factual and legal assessment of the situation, I shook with rage, shock and fear.  This man actually accused me of committing a felony punishable by one year in prison and disbarment.  My personal and professional honor was under attack and, for me, if I don’t have that, everything else is pretty much pointless.

          Amid drowning in a flood of emotions, I had to get hold of my faculties to help write papers in opposition telling “my side” of what happened.  I called on every analytical and writing skill I had to produce an incisive, measured, elegant piece of work.  It felt like I was writing for my life.  My stake in this game was my integrity, and that means everything to me.

          In the meantime, I began marshalling character witness for a potential hearing before the disciplinary committee.  I called attorneys with whom I’d had some very vitriolic dust-ups during litigations.  Believe me, it’s no easy thing to call someone you know can’t stand you and ask them if they’d testify for you.  I knew I could count on my integrity no matter what.  Every person was stunned, supportive and compassionate.  Each eagerly offered to help, saying “You may be a real b**** sometimes, but I would never question your ethics.”  I wouldn’t trade the testimonials of those “enemies” for the world.  I was hearing a chorus of:  “I may not like her, but I trust her.  She has character and integrity.” 

          In the midst of this siege, I came across a quote attributed to J.K. Rowling:  “Rock bottom became the solid foundation upon which I built my life.”

          And so it did.  As I contemplated how I would feed my dog and pay the rent if I were fired or disciplined (I had quit my upscale health club to save money just In case), I realized there was nothing more I could do and I had no control in the outcome.  In that moment, I had a choice:  continue to lose my mind, continue to have my soul in torment, or surrender.  By surrender, I do not mean give up or give in.  I mean acknowledge that I’d done all I could do and that it was simply not up to me.  I could continue to tax my mental, emotional, spiritual and physical health over something I couldn’t control or figure out what lesson(s) I was to learn.  Frankly, that seemed much easier than continuing to go off the deep end.  Trust me – that’s not hyperbole. 

          And I did learn.  I learned about myself and others.  I thought I couldn’t get through this without using it as an opportunity to learn.  I kept thinking about the possibility of losing everything – – career, income with which to pay rent, creature comforts, stability, security.  Is that really “everything?”  I had people who knew and would staunchly attest that I am a person with steadfast integrity.  I realized that was truly everything.  The other “stuff” could be rebuilt from the foundation of this rock bottom. 

          To alleviate the rage and contempt I felt toward my accuser, I trotted out my old stand-by: compassion.  Could I see the situation from his point of view?  What if he really believed I’d done this horrible thing?  I could stand in my self-righteousness or LEARN, grow my soul, and create.  When I adopted this different tack, almost instantly, I got more freedom around the entire situation. I felt stronger, more empowered than I’d ever felt in my life.  There was nothing anybody could take from me – – this was it. 

          Can I forgive him – I don’t know.  The rage and hate have eased.  To be honest, I really begrudge giving him credit for the lessons and for the gift of a stronger foundation of my Self.  I think through clenched teeth:  “I am grateful to X for this experience.”  I’m practicing saying it without rancor, but hey – I’m No Buddhist!  So, I’m giving myself a break, knowing I’ll probably get there when I’m ready.  Surprisingly, I’m getting there more and more each week as I simply sit with it and think about it and be open to the possibility.

          So, forgive and forget?  I can’t forget it.  Maybe I don’t even want to.  It’s given me a stronger, more solid foundation for my Self.  Maybe forgive and forget is obsolete.  Maybe it’s time for Forgiveness 2.0: Remember and Be Grateful.

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