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hug meTopic: "Next Case" (6)
"Then Peace Will Guide The Planets And Love Will Fill The Stars..."
Frodo was slightly irritated that his appointment in Probate Court was the victim of mass scheduling. He was there at 9:30, as he had been directed, but so were others, and that meant, if experience is any kind of guide, that good ole Mr. Frodo would be called last.
Oh well, thought Frodo, it appears that all of the persons associated in the front of the courtroom were part of the same case. "Perhaps," said he to himself, "it is an opportunity to prepare opening remarks." His mood changed however, and he decided to pay attention to what was taking place before his eyes.
The young girl was damaged beyond repair, and her grandparents were beseeching the Court to appoint them as Guardians. The father, according to testimony, had never seen the teenaged product of his manufacture, and the mother (offspring of the appellants) was purportedly trying desperately to support herself, and had neither the resources nor the talent to raise a developmentally-challenged child.
The grandmother spoke forthrightly, and convincingly. The attorney supported the plea, and the judge asked the grandfather if he wished to add to the testimony. He deferrred to his wife, and he ran his fingers through the carefully combed hair of the girl at whom he smiled. Frodo saw a lifetime of hard work gently absorbing another challenge as if it were something much more than simple responsibility. There was a goodness to those eyes, and Frodo couldn't help but hope that young girl understood.
The judge was wise, and the decision was right. Then, the subject of the hearing felt compelled to loudly express her concern about leaving the courtroom. Gently, oh so gently, the new guardians sought to ease the concern and guide their charge peacefully away. Apologies were expressed, but shushed away by authority, and everyone was allowed to take their time. As the grandfather passed by Frodo, he received a thumbs up, and a victory smile. The smile was returned, and the eyes spoke for themselves.
"It Is The Dawning of The Age of Aquarius. . ."
