Why I'm Doing This

This will come as a surprise to everyone I know: I have a silent support - one so silent that no ones knows about him. In fact, he does not even know it is in fact so secretive.

It is this man I wish to thank right now. Here is the problem: I have no idea what his name is or even where he lives. I imagine he has no idea who I am or what I do or what I have done. He has, however, gotten me through some of the toughest days of this trial. From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank him.

Here is how I met him:

Trying to find a different place to eat lunch everyday while at the trial lead me in the beginning to a little mall up the street from court. It was in this food court that I saw him. He is a older man in his fifties I would guess, very slight build, probably maxing out at 5'5".

The first time I saw him, he was reading the paper with a coffee in front of him and a man, who I am assuming was his son, beside him. His son caught my attention because he towers above his father...probably 6'1" or so. I would hazard a guess the man I think is his son is in his late twenties to early thirties.

He is also clearly mentally challenged; he wears a bib and drools up a storm, while his father patiently wipes it from his face. He has this rattle that he clings to with an iron fist that is reminiscent of the bright-colored ones I had for my kids.