The Man Who Was, Ernest Girroir
The Man Who Was, Ernest Girroir.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
In February 2007, I began to work at Law Firm. We handled personal injury, medical malpractice and wrongful death suits. I started off doing all the generic boring day to day secretarial work; Filing, answering phones, scheduling appointments etc. I had been working there for nearly two years when I received the phone call that would stay with me forever. This is the story of how I came to know the man who was, Ernest Girroir.
On November 28, 2008 our office received a phone call from a distraught woman, her name was Karla Girroir. She stated her husband was in a severe car accident while driving their antique mobile home back to their house on Thanksgiving’s Eve. I listened carefully, documenting her every word as she sobbed out the facts regarding her husband’s condition. I offered to schedule an appointment as quickly as possible with Janice Fisher, our attorney. She advised me she was unable to come in because her husband had fallen into a coma and she needed to be by his side. I stayed late waiting for Janice to finish up with her other clients. I couldn’t get Mr. Girroir’s case off of my mind and I had to speak to her before I could go home. I discussed the case with Janice and she immediately called Mrs. Girroir, I acted as a translator between Janice and Mrs. Girroir as she spoke very little English and fluent Spanish. We were advised that Mrs. Girroir had no way of transportation for herself or her twin daughters to come into the office. So Janice offered to meet her at the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital to find Mrs. Girroir and her twin fourteen year old daughters sitting in the waiting room. The odor of antiseptic clogged my nose; we walked into Mr.Girroir’s room and as I listened to Mrs. Girroir explain what happened I couldn’t help but feel that even though we were
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
In February 2007, I began to work at Law Firm. We handled personal injury, medical malpractice and wrongful death suits. I started off doing all the generic boring day to day secretarial work; Filing, answering phones, scheduling appointments etc. I had been working there for nearly two years when I received the phone call that would stay with me forever. This is the story of how I came to know the man who was, Ernest Girroir.
On November 28, 2008 our office received a phone call from a distraught woman, her name was Karla Girroir. She stated her husband was in a severe car accident while driving their antique mobile home back to their house on Thanksgiving’s Eve. I listened carefully, documenting her every word as she sobbed out the facts regarding her husband’s condition. I offered to schedule an appointment as quickly as possible with Janice Fisher, our attorney. She advised me she was unable to come in because her husband had fallen into a coma and she needed to be by his side. I stayed late waiting for Janice to finish up with her other clients. I couldn’t get Mr. Girroir’s case off of my mind and I had to speak to her before I could go home. I discussed the case with Janice and she immediately called Mrs. Girroir, I acted as a translator between Janice and Mrs. Girroir as she spoke very little English and fluent Spanish. We were advised that Mrs. Girroir had no way of transportation for herself or her twin daughters to come into the office. So Janice offered to meet her at the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital to find Mrs. Girroir and her twin fourteen year old daughters sitting in the waiting room. The odor of antiseptic clogged my nose; we walked into Mr.Girroir’s room and as I listened to Mrs. Girroir explain what happened I couldn’t help but feel that even though we were