I reported yesterday morning for jury duty. Several officials of the McLennan County justice system told us all that even if we didn’t end up serving on a jury, just by showing up we were doing our part for justice.
I didn’t make the final selection. I was happy to have the reast of the week suddenly turn back to normal. I should be caught up by noon today.
On the other hand, as I walked out of the courthouse, I couldn’t help but feel a bit let down. I didn’t get picked for the team. Yes, I realized that my disappointment wasn’t so much over not being a part of rendering a verdict, but from the fact that I wasn’t picked.
It wasn’t quite as bad as it felt in junior high not to get picked for a team, but I could tell that the feeling came from the same place.
I wanted to know why. Was it something I had said, or left unsaid? Was it my profession? My mind wandered, no, raced through the possiblities. Perhaps, I realized, it was because there was someone further down the queue (I was #7) that one or the other lawyer wanted on the jury, and I was expendable. Maybe it was the way I wore my hair.
I will never know why. I am okay with that now. I would have appreciated the experience of serving, but for me, this time, that was not to happen. Life goes on. There is very likely another summons awaiting me sometime in the future.