On my way to court this morning, I saw this guy chatting with other lawyers. I was surprised to see him as I thought he had already moved to Arizona. He joined me in court when he got there and we chatted through the docket. I got the update on his 8 children and life in general.
By the time I left we were all caught up. It was sad to think that this was probably the last time I'd ever see him in person. It made me somewhat wistful.
I met Mark in law school. He was LDS so when we started the J. Reuben Clark Society he was really helpful in getting it up and running. At the beginning of law school I didn't know of any other LDS students. By the end, there was a group of us that studied in the same row in the library. It was nice to feel some solidarity despite the isolation of endless reading and studying. (I have the perfect picture of our group, but I cannot find it!!)
Mark also worked at the library, so he would often catch me in there on a Friday night during my second year, and remind me, only half joking, that I'd never get married if I kept this up. We both graduated in 2008 and were in the same bar prep class. EVERYTIME I would talk with a guy, and return to my seat when class started up again, he'd always be like -
"So, I saw you just made a new friend. It's a guy!!"
"Yeah, Mark, he just got married."
"Oh, never mind."
Mark amazed me in a lot of respects, he was elders quorum president, while managing law school and a masters in health law...and had three children while he was in school. I got one degree, had no children, and barely came out unscathed.
Buried somewhere in my journals from law school is a story about Mark. I had gotten up that morning and I had no food left to eat. I had given everything I had to this degree. I exhausted every last savings account; even my 401(k) was drained to pay for the bar. I had nothing left to give, and that day, I was completely out of food. I got on my knees that morning and prayed for food. I knew it would come, I just didn't know how.
A little later that day I got a call from Mark.
"Hey, are you home?"
"Yes."
"Good, Juliette (his wife) and I will be stopping by later today."
He hung up, and didn't say why he would be stopping by. True to his word, he came by later that day. He and Juliette brought with them bags of groceries. Keep in mind that he was in a similar spot to me, but even more difficult. He was graduating with six children in tow.
I'll admit that I cried as I put the groceries away.
When I started taking my own cases and meeting with clients on the side, Mark used to let me borrow his office and refused payment. It took quite a while before I could convince him to let me pay. He finally relented. This picture of him above is from one of the offices he used to let me borrow.
Though I don't see him often, I will miss this guy, and his wife and kids, for his humor, goodness, but most of all, for unknowingly being the answer to my prayer the day that I had nothing left to eat.



