Archive for May, 2020

True grit
May 24, 2020

Published by the Times-Georgian–May 16, 2020

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by Joe Garrett

 

He told the crowd, “She’s like my daughter.”

As a lawyer and former judge, Tommy Greer never said anything half-way. Always sincere and straightforward, the late Greer meant every word as he addressed the local Carroll County crowd about his strong support for Erica Tisinger who is running for state court judge in the upcoming election.

Greer, who died two weeks after his speech from a tragic automobile accident and quite possibly had the largest attended funeral ever gathered in our community, recognized Erica’s talents as a young apprentice.

“She’s petite, but tough,” Greer said. “She argued a case in front of the Tennessee Court of Appeals on a Tuesday and gave birth to her son Harrison on that upcoming Saturday. She learned at an early age through adversity. And through adversity, you can grow character and she indeed is very rich in character.”

She grew up on the outer banks in North Carolina in a loving and faith-filled family. We never know what life will bring no matter what age. Unfortunately, Erica had a front row seat to struggle at age 7.

“My father was severely injured by a drunk driver, and that was my introduction into the legal world,” said Erica. “Since my parents had no one to watch my siblings and me at such a young age, we attended the attorney meetings. I watched my parents being lied to and taken advantage of. I watched my father’s reaction when he found out his attorney committed malpractice and he thought he had no other recourse and was devastated.”

Erica’s family lost every possession it had.

“I understand having to make choices on how to support your family’s needs and pay bills,” she continued. “Through my childhood years, I watched as we lost our house and the sheriff put the lock on the door; I watched as cars were towed out of our driveway by the repo man; I sat in the dark when our power was cut off; and I watched as my parents continued to make choices to pay for the necessities of life. Sometimes, that meant paying the power bill instead of paying a traffic ticket and knowing what the repercussions of failing to pay either meant. All of these challenges taught me to have compassion for others and to learn how to listen and attempt to solve problems.”

Her front row to struggle became her front row seat to perseverance.

“I paid attention as my parents prayed, worked hard, and continued to help others no matter how little we had,” said Erica. “My parents wanted more for me, and they wanted me to be able to respond when tragedy hit. Their answer was that a good education was the ticket to a better future.”

She became the first person in her family to attend college. It wouldn’t be easy as she balanced the rigorous academic environment at the University of North Carolina by supporting herself with various jobs that led to her strong, unwavering work ethic. After graduation, she took the next step to earn her law degree from Mercer University where she also met her future husband Joel Tisinger.

At a very early age, Erica knew she wanted to be a judge.

“As I was interested in one day becoming a judge, I sought a judicial clerkship through which I could be exposed to civil and criminal law from the perspective of the judge,” said Erica. “I was successful in that search, and my first job out of law school was as a staff attorney for two state court judges. I attended all court hearings, researched motions, and drafted orders for the judges’ review. I am the only candidate with that firsthand experience and invaluable insight into the inner workings of state court.”

After her clerkship, she served as an administrative law judge hearing Medicaid appeals.

“I am the only candidate that has experience as a judge,” she said. “My next position was as in-house litigation counsel for an international insurance company. One of the main types of civil cases heard in state court are personal injury/insurance defense cases, the exact types of cases I handled. I represented thousands of clients as lead counsel, recommended settling valid claims at what they were worth, and obtained successful bench trial and jury trial verdicts.”

Upon moving to Carroll County, Tommy Greer offered Erica a job. Family law was the area where he needed help.

“When she first came to me, I told her we were full—her office would be a broom closet,” said Greer. “The very first thing she did for me was to write a 25-page brief in a very complex case. It’s the only brief in my 45 years in law written for me where I didn’t have to edit or change one word.”

She worked hard and through her strong work ethic soon became a partner at what is now the local law firm Greer Tisinger, LLC.

“Erica has worked hard and has given so much to our community,” said her pastor Dr. Steve Davis at First Baptist Church. “She and her family are active members in our church where she currently serves as a deacon. She’s also served on various committees and taught Sunday school for both adults and children.”

Furthermore, Erica has served on other local boards such as Circles of West Georgia, Tanner Medical Foundation, Habitat for Humanity, March of Dimes, The Community Foundation of West Georgia, The Boys & Girls Club and the Carrollton Rotary Club.

“My childhood hero was another lawyer who reached out to my parents to help after learning of their situation,” said Erica. “In my eyes, he made everything right and created a desire in me to become a lawyer and a judge so I could help people too.”

That is evident not only in the courtroom but also outside as she continues to serve on the board of Carroll County CASA, which she has chaired. CASA, according to Greer, “is the best thing to ever happen to juvenile court judges because its court appointed special advocates make sure these kids see that the plan works.”

“There’s an old song called ‘Show Me the Shape of Your Heart,’ and through the years I’ve worked with her enough to see the shape of her heart,” said Greer. “By that I mean she’s got enough tenacity, she’s got a great work ethic, great judgment and the ability to make tough decisions even if it hurts, and she’s got enough heart to give somebody a chance. And that’s what you want on the bench…and in the end—to do what’s right.”

Our world has changed since this election season began. There are thousands of people in our communities who are struggling with the loss of income and the rise in prices. Many have grown up without loving parents and a strong support group. Unfortunately, many will make the wrong decisions and one day face a judge.

Hopefully, they will face a judge who knows hardship and struggle, yet most of all possesses the grit to know there’s always a way out—a way out to a better, productive life. It’s not only about how hard one can hit. But as Rocky Balboa once said, “how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.”

Don’t forget to vote.

Like a rock
May 24, 2020

Published by the Times-Georgian–May 9, 2020

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by Joe Garrett

 

These are the moments I thank God I’m alive.

Even though they’re tucked away in my mind—all it takes is a simple breath and I’m back there again. It’s moments like seeing a baby for the first time. Or, hitting your first single (whether it was baseball or with a girl). Perhaps it’s sitting on a beach somewhere and watching the sun dip below the water as it sparkles to signal the end of another day.

Maybe you have them too.

These days of living in a world with an invisible virus, murder bees and political polarization are heavy. Our memories…our precious moments outweigh them all.

Twenty years ago marked one of those moments. It started with awakening to the sound of pebbles pounding outside my window while I still slept. On an uncloudy first Saturday in May, I heard my friend Bill Parrish’s voice chanting, “Joe Garrett’s getting married today. Joe Garrett’s getting married today.”

“Are you awake?” he asked when I opened the front door.

“No,” I answered.

“Joe Garrett’s getting married today,” he started chanting again. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“I had to get up anyway,” I answered. “I’m getting married today.”

The weather was perfect— a blue sky that would have easily scored an 11 on the WXIA 11 Alive Wizometer.

Mayfest kicked off the upcoming summer on Adamson Square in Carrollton with enough arts, crafts and deep-fried corndogs to make anyone happy. And 425 miles to the north while I attempted to straighten my clip-on tuxedo bow tie, Fusaichi Pegasus became the first betting horse favorite to win the Kentucky Derby since Spectacular Bid in 1979.

“She still isn’t at the church yet,” one of my groomsmen told me as we hung out in a Sunday school room at the Carrollton First United Methodist Church.

I wasn’t worried. My wife’s family has never been on time to anything.

A few moments later, the minister Ferrell Drummond informed me Ali had indeed arrived.

“She looks beautiful,” he said. “Are you nervous?”

As someone who loves an audience and thrives on attention, I answered for the first time in my life—“Yes.”

Eventually, the moment had come and Ali walked down the aisle. We both smiled at each other and followed the ritual of “I dos” and “we dos” and finished with a kiss. The crowd applauded as we marched up the aisle with smiling faces. My friend Jim Albright, who sat on the backrow pew, even stuck out his leg and tried to trip me as we walked away. I jumped like a frog and stayed the course.

And that’s exactly what Ali and I have done for 20 years—we’ve stayed the course. Through three different homes, good times, bad times, four children, a dog and multiple cats—we’ve kept going. She has been the real rock in my life. And I’ve been her clay that she still daily tries to mold with no luck.

“Twenty years, where’d they go?” sings Bob Seger. “Twenty years, I don’t know. I sit and wonder sometimes where they’ve gone? Like a rock, standin’ arrow straight. Like a rock, chargin’ from the gate. Like a rock, carryin’ the weight. Like a rock.”

Hopefully, we will have another 20 years together. I’m no expert at marriage as I still forget the simple things to do like replacing the toilet paper, washing a window as I promised six weeks ago and snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Marriage is about a lot of things from supporting one another to constantly nurturing the relationship. It’s about standing strong through the storms and laughing through the rain. It’s about making a life with your best friend and when it comes to parenting—about staying on the boat while navigating the volatile seas.

Most of all—it’s about not only marrying the right person. It’s about making memories.

 

Field of dreams
May 5, 2020

Published by the Times-Georgian–May 2, 2020

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by Joe Garrett

 

Dear Baseball:

I miss you.

Even though there are bigger things going on in our world like trying to find a bag of Charmin toilet paper and staying alive, it’s not the same without you.

In the last few weeks, I haven’t heard the words “first pitch,” “on deck,” “line drive,” “foul ball,” “home run” and “strike three” uttered by anyone. I’ve spent my nights watching a series about a Tiger King’s failed strategy to hire a hit man to kill a Tiger Queen in South Florida.

Although it’s an entertaining series on Netflix, it doesn’t compare to watching Atlanta Brave Ozzie Albies hit a double down the right field line to score Ronald Acuna from second base.

My dear baseball, you’ve brought me joy since I suited up for the Dodgers as a wannabe tee ball star at the Carrollton Parks and Recreation Department. It was at Jaycee Field #1 where my coach Bill Bailey placed the ball on the batting tee and told me to “hit it hard.”

It was on the same field where I watched local tee ball expert Matt Carter become the home run king of Lakeshore Park.

“I knew the secret to hitting home runs,” said the local expert. “The key is to hit the ball and never quit running. No player at that young age has yet to develop the skills to throw you out. I never hit a single, double nor triple—only homers.”

He belongs in Cooperstown for such tee ball wisdom.

“I had the hardest job of anybody in tee ball,” said Bailey. “Keep score, coach, keep the batting order and peace in the dugout. I was the only coach on the field after my Carrollton Recreation Department partner Kenneth Farmer quit on me after he got kayoed in the cossack by a line drive.”

My mother was never quiet in the stands. She wasn’t the screaming parent. She was the cheerleader who enjoyed disturbing Bailey during the middle of the game.

Since there was no scoreboard for tee ball, she would holler, “Bailey what’s the score?”

Bailey would reply from the field, “42-40.”

“I’ve got 44-40,” my mother countered.

“I’m the official score keeper,” Bailey answered while they both started laughing.

Bailey ought to write a book about his experiences. Some suggested book titles include “Diamond Dummies,” “The Little Boys of Summer,” “Keep Running: The Art of Coaching Tee Ball” and “Quit Chasing Butterflies: And Other Pearls of Wisdom from a Tee Ball Coach.”

It would be a best seller and he could enter the tee-ball section of the Baseball Hall of Fame with the local expert if one is ever built.

I’ll begin the campaign now. Are you listening Cooperstown?

Oh baseball, I’ll say it again—you are missed. You’ve always been a constant in my life (with the exception of the player strikes in 1972, 1981 and 1994). As James Earl Jones’s character told Kevin Costner in the classic film “Field of Dreams”—

“The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game; it’s part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again.”

It will be good again. I know because I’m hearing voices in my head. Not sure if it’s the voice of Shoeless Joe Jackson, or perhaps Bill Bailey? It’s whispering—

“Go the distance.”

Oh, and by the way—the final score to that tee ball game was 52-48.

My mother said so.

Sincerely,

Your biggest fan