Providence has struck with all the subtlety of a lightning bolt.
I opened today's LA paper to peruse over lunch as I usually do on a Sun.
afternoon, &, as always, I expected to
see the typical agenda of international politics, gang shootings, and the
Hollywood scene. However, there, on pg. 2 of the Local Southland
Report, was a name I could not have been more pleased to see.
It seems that a Nicholas Boyle has gotten himself into trouble
down there and is in jail for assaulting a police officer - no minor
infraction. I have already notified my attorney of the probable need for
his services. The situation presents definite possibilities.
Fate's hand was at work in that bar Fri. night. I've always
believed (or should I say hoped?) that Nick would find his way here. I
truly feel this is where he belongs & that the Legacy will be his ultimate
destiny. It was his father's fervent desire, but it would be best that Nick
never know that.
Since Maj. Boyle's death, he has seemed determined to make his own
way, and his own mistakes, for which I cannot find fault. I did a bit of
that myself once upon a time - I still do for that matter. Mother has
repeatedly reminded me of the quote from Proverbs: "Pride goeth before
destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall." Something I should have
tattooed across my forehead.
My tentative overture, made last Feb. when Nick left the
service, was roundly spurned. I have since observed, but kept my
distance. It must be his own decision to come to me. Otherwise, he will never
stay the course. The Legacy is a difficult life, and one who has to be
convinced of his calling will never remain. Indeed, he should not be
encouraged to remain, since someone who is uncertain of his path is
destined to fall into the darkness.
However, this does not mean I cannot help Nick to find his calling.
He will take special handling - like a sparrow lured by bread crumbs.
Perhaps, considering his potential for skittishness and volatility, I should
say a mustang lured by carrots. He won't take to the saddle easily.
Before we arrive at an understanding, I may have a hard landing or two,
but the bruises will be well worth it. It certainly won't be the first time.
I have a call in to an old acquaintance, a Los Angeles County
Superior Court judge. I think I shall casually mention that Mr. Boyle
could be considered a flight risk and shall suggest that his bail be
placed somewhat higher than normal. Besides, as a former SEAL, his
hands could be considered deadly weapons.
A good plan is like an onion - peel away one layer to find another,
with the tears, of course, to provide a diversion from any flaws. I shall
be patient.
