My son-in-law (Sil) offers to pick me up in front of my hotel in Boston at 7:15 a.m. to drive me to his law office 8 minutes away. He promises that I can then drive his new Lexus hybrid to the suburbs 40 minutes west, where his wife (my daughter) and kiddies live.
He texts me 10 minutes before he arrives so I’ll have time to hop on the hotel’s busy elevator and meet him outside the lobby doors. I wear my black jogging pants and a long-sleeved yellow sweatshirt, so bright it can burn eyes, like looking at the sun too long. I don’t want him to miss me.
I step out of the wide doors into the taxi-laden street just as Sil pulls up. He jumps out of the car, stating, “You might as well drive me to the office, then just drop me off and go on your way.”
I’m thinking he wants to see how well his mother-in-law handles his precious car.
But Sil is staring intently at a man walking by, in his 50s, professional-looking, suited for business. “Hello Judge,” Sil shouts out, friendly-like.
The judge stops mid-pace and walks over to Sil and me, and Sil immediately introduces me to the judge as his “Mom-in-Law from California.”
As the Judge shakes my hand he peers straight into my eyes and says, “This guy is one of the finest lawyers I’ve worked with. He’s always prepared and organized.”
Without skipping a beat I respond, “Well, I’ll tell you a secret about him.”
Poor Sil’s face loses color – he never knows what to expect from me.
“He is the finest son-in-law I’ve ever known.”
The Judge smiles, shakes Sil’s hand, and departs.
Sil shakes his head in wonder. “That judge is harder on me in court than any other one in Boston. How’d that just happen?”
“Karma.” I answer, wisely. “You pick up your mother-in-law in front of her hotel and let her drive your Lexus…
Good Things Happen.”