The day my mother died I had come back from court for lunch. The office PA system was playing The Rose. The hospital called to tell me my mother died. It seemed like the sound system got louder and louder. I could barely hear the nurse telling me about my mother's last moments. The Rose. It seemed blasting. I can't listen to it, this very day.
My mother died, but my client in lock up was facing the loss of his freedom, his children and everything he worked his entire life for. I dug up every bit of steel for my backbone and went back to court. I asked for a continuance to at least get my mother buried. The Deputy District Attorney objected. His case was at a crucial point, his witnesses rearranged their lives to testify. Continuance denied.
You cowboy up, do your job and put some ice water in your veins.