2017 found me scheduled for about a half dozen trials during the last half of the year, and one overseas trip in the middle of all of them.
Some of the trials are short and judge-tried, while others are more time consuming.
The jury trial just before the trip lasted three weeks. It had more personal aspects to it than the business cases I am used to. It was a brutal pitched battle with lots of nasty things going on. One of my old friends, Harry, was the chief trial lawyer on one of the opposition teams.
The week after the trial finished, I was on a plane to Eastern Europe. Transylvania — the land of Dracula, castles and horror movies.
I wondered when I got there if the locals would be selling crosses and garlic necklaces as preventative measures. I didn’t see any of that. There was, however, a little hoopla about Vlad Dracula (aka “Vlad III” or “Vlad the Impaler”). Mr. Dracula was the apparent inspiration for Bram Stoker’s Dracula. I was able to pose for a picture in front of the house in which the Impaler himself was born.
However, the lasting impression made upon me in Transylvania did not relate to blood-sucking bats (although the dead wolf I drove by along the side of the mountain road, a half an hour after I entered Transylvania, did get my attention), but rather it was the beauty of the area and the sophistication of its people.
On the way home, my wife Cheryl and I stopped in Istanbul for three days.
There have been a number of terrorist attacks in Turkey and two very significant attacks in Istanbul. In early 2016, 13 Germans were killed when a terrorist blew himself up near the Blue Mosque. Cheryl and I visited Istanbul a couple of days after that attack.
While we were in Istanbul this time, 58 people were murdered in Las Vegas, and hundreds more shot, some in Las Vegas and others throughout the United States. Reportedly, in the 1,735 days prior to the Las Vegas shooting, there were mass shootings in America — defined as four or more people shot in a single incident — on 1,516 of those days.
If there is one thing that is clear, it is that violence is everywhere and our country has more than its share.
The 2016 visit to Istanbul was a stopover on a flight to Paris that also included a side trip to Sicily.
One night, on what seemed to be a peaceful street in Palermo, two individuals on a motor scooter drove alongside my wife. For some reason, she thought they were going to ask her directions, but the passenger snatched her purse. They drove off with Cheryl in hot pursuit. Since that time, she has been a little overprotective in respect to her purse.
Which brings me back to the recent trip to Turkey.
After visiting Istanbul’s Hagia Sophia, which is the fourth largest dome in the world, we were sitting in a sidewalk café sipping Turkish coffee. Cheryl’s purse was at her feet when a napkin was blown off a table.
A waiter bent down to pick up the napkin. Unfortunately, it was near her purse. Cheryl caught sight of him in her peripheral vision. Not at all being the timid type, she punched him and jumped up, knocking all of the coffee from the table onto my lap.
It was a very big scene.
Cheryl did her best to cover by saying she thought the waiter was a bird. I am not sure anybody bought that but it was the best she could do at the time.
Across from us was a weight-lifting, 40-something, tough Turk, mostly bald, in a black muscle shirt and black pants. He was sitting with his wife and child.
The Turk immediately jumped up, grabbed the napkins from his table, and started cleaning up the mess. He offered me the bottle of water he had just purchased so I could clean my pants.
His words to me were, “Here brother, let me help.”
Afterward, he joked that his wife had spilled coffee on him many times. When I left, I gave him a big hug. For me, that one incident was more significant and memorable than the haunting history of the Blue Mosque or Dracula’s castle.
At home, on my first day back in the office, the associate that I work most closely with was receiving an award for being a young legal star.
Also receiving that award was a young woman who had been on the opposite side of the three-week trial. She wasn’t one of the lawyers trying the case; she was a key witness for the opponent, and I was the lawyer cross-examining her.
She had once said to my friend Harry that, “Mark’s the kind of guy who when you meet him and he is on the other side, you immediately hate him, but eventually you get over that.”
I walked up to congratulate her. As she was posing for pictures with her new award, the lawyer who I had vigorously cross examined a few weeks before said, “Mark, come over and take a picture with me,” and she gave me a big hug.
So, in a world of international turmoil, and in a profession based upon extreme conflict, there are nevertheless moments, if we look for them, that demonstrate tranquility and harmony.
It is important to remember that there are more people in this world, like the Turk in the sidewalk café, or the lawyer who gave me a hug, than the likes of Vlad the Impaler.
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