Tom Morse: The Reality of Being a Single Dad
I felt my iPhone vibrate in my pocket.
I am a lawyer. My closing statements to convince a jury how my client made a bad choice by driving drunk but was not a bad person were about to begin. Her freedom was at stake here.
The iPhone vibrated again. Marley, my second grade daughter, had a fever and a stomach ache and needed to be picked up at school and brought home. The terror of being a single dad with a sick daughter got coupled with the stress of being in the midst of that trial.
My hands got sweaty, my mouth got dry.
I told Judge Paul Backman what was going on. He delayed the trial for me. Twelve jurors had to wait until I could return from Virginia Shuman Young Elementary School for closing statements.
The judge is a dad too, he understood. After I brought Marley home from school, I found a neighbor to stay in my house with her until I could come home.
The trial had to wait. Marley’s stomach ache could not.