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This autobiographical career journey article was published in Fort Wayne Woman magazine in 2006.   

WHEN I GROW UP
  
by Laurie Gray
  
Sometimes I still ask myself what I want to be when I grow up.  I'm a farm girl turned Spanish teacher turned trial lawyer turned parent who now aspires to write in the oddly unscheduled spare time afforded the mother of a preschooler.  I don't recall ever deciding I wanted to be any of these things as a child.  It's just the way my life has unfolded.  I grew up in a conservative family in rural Indiana and spent more Saturday mornings scraping hog lots than I care to count.  I went to Goshen College, a small Mennonite college in Goshen, Indiana, because they sent me a brochure that looked like a blue United States passport.  Goshen College requires all students to spend a Study Service Term in a third-world country studying the culture and language for six weeks and then performing volunteer service for six weeks.  I was hooked.  I wanted to see the world. 
 
I went to Costa Rica in 1983, living with a family in the capital city, San Jose, during the first half and then with another family in Hojancha--a small pueblo 20 miles from the nearest paved road--for the second half.  I did not grow up with animals inside the house, so each morning in Hojancha I felt compelled to shoo all of the chickens out of my room to dress in private.  Then I would walk several miles down a dirt road, usually followed by the neighbor's pig, to the school where I taught English.
   
By the time I left Costa Rica in the spring of 1983, I was fluent enough in Spanish to spend my junior year abroad in Barcelona, Spain.  Why would anyone want to spend every day trudging to classes on campus and every night studying in a library if they could live abroad and get most of their education through experience?  All I had to do was to change my major (which I had already changed from Undecided to Psychology) to Spanish so my scholarships would apply abroad.  As a Spanish major, I would also have to take at least six credit hours of another foreign language to graduate, so I signed up for German at the University of Barcelona.  For the record, Barcelona is a great place to drink German beer, but not the best place to study German.  If I hadn't spent two weeks in Germany over Christmas vacation, I might not have passed. 
Over an extended Christmas break, another student and I bought Eurail Youth Passes (giving us complete access to western European by train) and backpacked through Europe for a month.  We traveled to Italy, Switzerland, Austria, Germany, Holland, and England.  In Italy we attended a mass given by Pope John Paul II at St. Peter's Square.  We also had the most bizarre experience in Rome. 
  
As we were walking out of the Vatican Museum, a gentleman walking in front of us dropped a stack of postcards.  We stopped to help him pick them up.  He thanked us and asked us to join him for a drink.  His name was Thomas Bernadette, and he claimed to be a Swedish prince.  He invited us to meet him again in Rome during our Easter vacation.  I went back to Rome with another friend, and while we were there, he asked me to marry him.  I declined for two reasons:  I had flown home for a friend's wedding in February and gotten engaged to a high school sweetheart; and the Swedish prince was gay, wanted children, and thought I would make a suitable mother and companion.  The engagement to my high school sweetheart ended shortly after I returned to Indiana from my year abroad. 
    
The summer between Costa Rica and Spain, I had worked on the line at Elkhart Traveler, a trailer factory in Goshen.  The summer after Spain, I managed the dining room at Amish Acres in Nappanee, Indiana.  I added Secondary Education to my major so I could get licensed to teach Spanish and did my student teaching at Northwood High School in Nappanee.  To make myself more marketable, I decided to add a minor in English Education by taking five literature courses in the spring of 1986.  I can't tell you how many books I read or papers I wrote during that four-month literary fog, but I can tell you that studying German in Barcelona and picking up an English minor in a semester are both excellent preparation for law school.
  
Although my parents were hoping I'd spend the summer after graduation earning money and trying to find a teaching job, I wanted to travel.  Finances being a serious issue, I wrote to a missionary in Guatemala and offered to work in exchange for room and board.  I did have one job interview in LaPorte, Indiana before I left.  I heard there might be a Spanish teaching position available at Whitko High School in South Whitley, Indiana, and delivered my resume to the principal there in person before I left for Guatemala.  He kept my resume, but told me that he could not begin interviewing for the position until later in the summer.
  
When I arrived in Guatemala, I learned that the missionary had decided to go on furlough for the summer.  We met the night I arrived in Guatemala City, and he and his family left for the States several days later.  He left me his house (complete with a gardener and a lady who did all of the cooking, laundry and cleaning), his van, his congregation, just enough cash to run the household for two months, and a list of all of the church groups that would be visiting during the summer.  I met the groups at the airport, acted as their chauffeur, tour guide, and interpreter, and in between taught a few English classes and played piano and guitar at the church.
  
While I was there, the principal from Whitko High School tracked me down through my parents, called me in Guatemala, and offered me a teaching job.  I gladly accepted.  The following week the principal from LaPorte called to offer me the teaching position at his high school.  I had to decline.  Had the calls been reversed, I would have accepted the position in LaPorte and have no idea where I would be now or what I might be doing.
  
When I returned from Guatemala, I met with the principal at Whitko.  He walked me down to my classroom to show me around.  He opened the top left-hand drawer of the desk that was now mine, and a pink, tropical wine cooler, still unopened, rolled down to greet us.  He picked it up, put it in his pocket, and suggested this was why they fired my predecessor.  I immediately became the Spanish Department since I was the only Spanish teacher in the entire school system.  I also became the Foreign Language Chair because the French Department was on maternity leave.  When I realized there were students in my classes that had never been outside of Indiana, I instituted annual field trips to Chicago, and I took a group of students to Mexico.  I also coached volleyball, basketball, and academic teams during the four years that I taught at Whitko, and spent two more summers doing missionary work in Guatemala. 
    
While teaching, I met my first husband, a charming mechanical engineering student at Indiana Institute of Technology.  He was Malaysian, although his family was actually Sikh from the Punjab region of India.  He was the one who told me I should go to law school so I could "get paid to argue all day long and then come home in the evening and be nice."  I spent the summer of 1990 with him in Malaysia before starting law school at Indiana University, Bloomington. 
  
Getting my first law job in Fort Wayne required significantly more effort than landing my first teaching job.  I applied for countless summer clerkship positions after my first year of law school with no success.  So I worked that summer going door-to-door for the Citizen's Action Coalition while my husband and I lived with four other foreign men, also Tech students, in a small kiln on Winter Street.  During my second year of law school I began the Fort Wayne job-search anew with the help of a good friend who was living in Fort Wayne at the time.  She was in sales, and she called every law office in the Fort Wayne phonebook trying to sell me.  She landed me an interview at Sowers, Bleeke & Associates, and they hired me on the spot.  I worked for them all summer and continued working for them on Thursdays and Fridays during my third year of law school and as an associate after I graduated. 
  
When Sowers, Bleeke & Associates dissolved, my plan was to work for another two years in Fort Wayne until I had reciprocity to practice law in Michigan, and then move to Michigan where my husband was living and working.  One of the partners I worked with was considering joining the law firm Beckman, Lawson, Sandler, Snyder & Federoff.  He gave them my resume as well, saying he'd like for me to join them as an associate.  He ended up going elsewhere, but they hired me.  As it turned out, this was where I met my current husband, Frank Gray--the lawyer, not the newspaper guy.
  
Ultimately, Frank was to decide whether or not the firm would hire me, but I had to interview with seven or eight other lawyers over the course of a week before I even met Frank.  Tiring of my own canned interview answers to the point of not caring, I answered all of Frank's questions quite candidly.  In response to a question about my work ethic and ability to complete projects, I told him my tearing-down-the-barn story.  I'd never told the story before.  Frank attributes both my hiring and our marriage to this story:
  
It was the first Sunday of summer vacation between my sophomore and junior years of high school.  On the way home from church, my father advised me that my summer project would be to tear down the old red barn next to our house.  This was not a little shed or pole barn.  I recall asking him in disbelief whether he expected me to start on the top and fall through the roof or start at the bottom and let the whole barn fall on me.  Dad didn't laugh.  He wasn't kidding. 
  
The next morning, Dad took me out to the barn with a 4-wheel drive truck, a heavy tow chain, and an ax.  He showed me how to wrap one end of the chain around a supporting beam of the barn, hook the other end to the back of the truck outside the barn, pull forward slowly until the chain was stretched tight, then floor it until the beam came down.  Then I would back the truck up to relax the chain, unhook the chain from the beam, use the ax to break down the debris, throw it into the back of the truck, and haul it away to a burning site.  This is a true story.  I spent the summer tearing down the barn. 
    
Frank and I did not experience love at first sight.  He hired me because of my barn story, but as soon as I started working for him, he told me that my job was to sit down, shut up, and pay attention.  He'd let me know when he thought I could handle a speaking role. That first week, he also walked into my office specifically to give me this instruction:  "Trust no one."  I looked him straight in the eyes and replied, "I assume that includes you."  He said, "Yes!"  That's when he really started liking me.  Since my job was to follow him around and learn, I was destined to either love Frank or hate him. 
  
Frank grew up on the south side of Chicago.  He was an Eagle Scout and Student Council President in grade school, high school and college.  He served with the U.S. Infantry in Vietnam and was awarded the Combat Infantryman's Badge, three Bronze Stars, the Army Commendation Medal for Valor, an Air Medal, and the Vietnam Cross of Gallantry.  He's a former federal prosecutor and a fellow in the American College of Trial Lawyers, which means he's one of the best in the country.  He continues to live by his Boy Scout oath to be trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.  He took me to Ixtapa, Mexico, and proposed to me over dinner at an elegant outdoor restaurant on the side of a mountain by the Pacific Ocean.  I love him. 
  
As much as we enjoyed working together, once we were a couple, we agreed it would be better if we were not working in the same firm.  I went to Steele, Ulmschneider & Malloy to practice insurance defense.  Jane Malloy was the most thorough and tenacious civil litigator I'd encountered as a plaintiff's attorney.  She taught me several lessons as opposing counsel, and I learned even more working with her. 
    
I eventually landed at the Allen County Prosecutor's office because Karen Richards, before she was our elected Prosecutor, was looking for someone she could mentor.  She was trying all of the most serious felony sex crimes and laying the groundwork for what is now the Child Advocacy Center of Allen County, Inc.  When I took the job as a Deputy Prosecuting Attorney, Karen's advice was "Buy a gun.  Learn to use it."  I bought a gun, went through the same handgun training that all of the Sheriff's reserves complete, and became one of the few Goshen College alumni to carry a Glock.  (Mennonites are pacifists).
  
I spent most of my time as a full-time Deputy Prosecutor at the Child Advocacy Center and in Court trying rape and child molest cases.   After awhile our investigators started calling me "The Hanging Queen."  I wish I could tell you it was due to all of the great trials I won.  There were a few of those.  Frank likes to joke that the newspaper started doing "box scores" for my sentencing hearings to explain how a rapist or child molester with only one victim could get a sentence of over 200 years. 
  
The truth, though, is that felony sex crimes are some of the most difficult cases to try.  Many of the cases were "he said/she said" cases, with no physical evidence. If there was DNA evidence, the victim was usually old enough for consent to be an issue:  Yes, she was roughed up a bit (or maybe even a lot), but she was a willing participant.  I had six mistrials in one seven-month period because the jurors just couldn't agree beyond a reasonable doubt.  When the jury can't reach a unanimous decision, it's called a "hung jury."  The judge declares a mistrial and resets the case for a new trial.  I was "The Hanging Queen" because I tried so many difficult cases that resulted in hung juries.
  
As a Deputy Prosecutor, the last thing on my mind was having my own child.  My biological clock wasn't ringing in my ears, and motherhood took me completely by surprise.  The pregnancy itself was unplanned.  I was 37, and Frank was 59.  We had never even talked about having a child.  I went to see my OB-GYN and walked out with an ultrasound picture of our 12-week-old baby in utero.  I was already through the first trimester.  And I enjoyed good health throughout the entire pregnancy, working full-time right up through the day my water broke.
  
I planned to go back to work full-time after 12 weeks.  Our daughter was born in September of 2001, and I did go back and try one four-day child molest case in November of 2001.  It was crazy.  I got only two or three hours of sleep each night and prayed for court recesses so that I could hide in the Westlaw room of the law library and pump breast milk before it exploded through my suit.  I survived the week, but Frank and I decided my working as a full-time trial attorney while our daughter was so young was not conducive to the home life we wanted for any of us.
  
As it turns out, I genuinely enjoy being Victoria's mom.  Frank will be ready to semi-retire in another four years and become the soccer mom he's always wanted to be.  Victoria will be in school full-time, and I'll go back to work full-time.  In the meantime, I'm back at the Prosecutor's Office one day a week, working in the Drug Court Intervention Program. I've also been doing some Spanish translating for our office, including documents to extradite a murder suspect found in Mexico and numerous misdemeanor forms. 
   
In addition to writing a column for Fort Wayne Woman, I've enrolled in a writing course in children's literature.  I'd like to write a series of age-appropriate books for children who find themselves involved in the legal system as victims or witnesses to help them understand and process the experience of testifying in court.  I'm also working on a parenting book, which you can check out on my website at www.SocraticParenting.com.
  
Several months ago I heard a speaker introduce himself saying, "I used to be a lawyer..." I cannot imagine myself saying that anymore than I would say that I used to be a parent or I used to be a teacher.  As I continue on life's journey I will always be a student, a teacher, a lawyer, a parent, and a writer.  In my heart I will always be a child.  What do I want to be when I grow up?  I want to be old--really, really old.

Fort Wayne Woman, January_February 06 V2.1, pp. 42-46.