The details of jury duty stay with me long after it is over, and my most vivid memory is the face of Kathy Mae Poland. I remember her sadness, but most of all, her joy as she walks free. Seeing her again is an impossibility, so imagine my surprise when I notice her sitting beside me on the plane. We are convinced that our worlds were destined to collide. We know the risks, yet we dive head-first. What have I done?
