Mr. Halabi was a very simple man indeed. He got to work on time every day. He did his job well. When he got home he didn’t waste his time on unimportant activities like painting or knitting, instead, he continued to work. He was a successful lawyer. He had plenty of money to retire in a few years. He was rather well off.
But to that well off forever in this ever-changing world is a rare thing indeed. Mr. Halabi had just received a new case, a man accused of murdering his wife and kids, when his comfortable little life was disturbed. He was leaving the courthouse when it happened, briefcase in hand after a successful case, when his life became much less simple.
It was no unusual occurrence to have police cars out in front of the courthouse. Someone had to take those sentenced to jail to their place after all. So Mr. Halabi was unperturbed when he walked past the unassuming police car at the end of the line on the way to his own car. He paid no attention to the man in the back seat. And he was caught off guard when the door slammed into his side.
Mr. Halabi toppled to the ground. His briefcase skidded under a brown SUV. The man from the back seat stepped out of the car and ran up the steps of the courthouse. It wasn’t until later that Mr. Halabi would realize that that man was the one he had just finished sentencing to prison.
Mr. Halabi scrambled to his feet and tried to get to his car. Then he heard the gunshots. He remembered a similar sound the day he had decided to become a lawyer. Those gunshots had ended his mother's life. He knew many of the women inside were mothers like his. Who had sons like him. Who had dads like his. And he turned on his heel and rushed inside.
Mr. Halabi used to be a very simple man. But as he jumped in front of a bullet to save a woman he had never met before. He became a very complicated man indeed.