A few years back, I was defending a man charged with a form of vehicular homicide. The testimony of the witnesses had concluded, and it was time for closing arguments. It was an emotional trial.
Because it was late in the day, the court decided the arguments would be made the next morning.
I retired to my motel and decided to take a quick nap before writing and rehearsing my remarks. Shortly after laying down, I started coughing up blood; I couldn’t find my cell phone, and my investigator was in the lounge having dinner.
I kept coughing and was panicking. Blood was everywhere. I thought I was dying. Finally, I used the phone, knocked onto the floor, and called the desk asking for help.
Shortly thereafter, police and an ambulance arrived, knocking hard on my door; I managed to open the door and was immediately greeted by police officers who were brandishing their weapons; they apparently thought I was a crime victim.
I was rushed to a hospital for two days and was transferred to a larger facility where I underwent surgery; it wasn’t an option; I was told I would likely die without the medical intervention. Thank the doctors– the surgery was successful.
Who says criminal defense lawyers don’t sacrifice blood for their clients?