What happened to the twins from the elevator?

I wanted to post a follow-up to my last post---not because anyone asked but because I wanted to share. The following paragraph is from the entry I wrote December 2010 about the court date we were given when we filed for guardianship. I believe I had three clients with court dates that day--it was a little crazy. I gave one away and balance the other two. One of the clients just wanted me around for moral support and her case was just a check-in, so I stopped by her court room a couple of times and called her later. She speaks English perfectly (and became a citizen last March--she was supposed to swear in in February but was delayed a month due to the Snowpocalypse). Anyway, I felt like I had to spend most of my time with the client who had the twins because I identified with her case--the twins have autism, like my brother. To top it off they were the same age as my brother--There was NO way I was giving up this accompaniment even though I had spent more time with the other client. Here's what happened:


On Monday I had two clients with cases and went to court with one of them but we were early so I was able to stop by the other client’s court room. The client I went to court with was there to get guardianship of her adult twin daughters who have autism. They are very shy and do not like direct questioning but the judge had to ask them if they objected to having their mom named as their guardian. One of them nodded but then burst into tears so the judge quickly decided to grant guardianship and let them get out of there. But let me back up—in the courtroom of the client I visited there was a lawyer with the build and beard of Santa Claus. He had a cast on his foot and instead of crutches, he had a large wooden walking stick and was holding it up while he sat. Then, I went back to the courtroom with the client with whom I came to the Daley Center and noticed the clerk—who looked like a leprechaun. At first I was thinking he was an elf because I had just seen Santa Claus but then I heard his Irish accent and noticed his leprechaun dolls. He was very helpful, if a bit irritated that we were missing a couple of papers. After we walked out of the court room, I went back to get a copy of the order the judge signed, the clerk told me that, because of the crying, despite his many years of working as a clerk in the Daley Center this was the first case that truly touched him. I touched a leprechaun’s heart!


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Thanks for accompanying me on my journey!