Laura believes in fate, and that is the takeaway. We were sitting on a hill in Central Park, overlooking baseball diamonds and neon skyscrapers and a sky aglow azure, we were swapping biographies and Laura revealed that destiny had shaped her life.
I asked her why she became a lawyer and she looked at the ground and confirmed the translation. “Fate? Destiny?” She hadn’t chosen to become a lawyer. The law is not her, she insisted. But the storyline was set. She ended up in law school not because she was interested in law but because it was the only program available in the town her boyfriend lived in. But this wasn’t about the decision, it wasn’t a decision at all. None of it was. “Whenever I have made important decisions, I have felt like I have not really been the one making them.”
She kept going. “I think it is more comfortable this way. I know that things will happen the way they will happen.” She said all this confidently. She wasn’t putting an idea out there. She wasn’t thinking out loud. She was calmly reporting the way the world worked. Then she stopped. She looked up from the blades of grass she had piled and she looked right at me. She asked me what my favorite sport was, other than baseball.
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