It is the begining or the end?

Snow, as thick as her disappointment, is chilling the preChristmas early evening down below zero degrees, at least I feel like it, I don't like to be cold.

Wheels are spinning on unplawed side street, I am trying to drive uphill, the car can't go anywhere, I back it down, then drive up. Headlights of a car are coming from the main street staring right at me, as if the eyes of the shark lawyer.
"Mr. Li, you are going to spend your last penny", his corrupted federal agent voice appears in my mind, last Penny? OK!

I stopped the car and waited.

It is not a good year for my wife. For me, it could be worse. While I wasn't exactly disappointed with the case evaluation result, I was just a little sad. Looking at the big white world, snow is still falling, I didn't expect better, I said to myself, because it is 2008, or because it is just not a good year.

It may be is my fault. I should have done more study about the law and lawyers. I didn't pay too much attention, because I thought it is a black and white case: the slum landlord broke the law.

Is this just the beginning or the end? I am thinking hard.
"I can't swallow this" I suddenly said, while start to climb the hill again. Anti lock brake seems agree with me, vibrating and granting with me, slowly my Honda Odyssey is getting up the hill and go.

"Rubber tiers on wet cement floor", I thought, with half disgust and half humor and remembered how the defendant's lawyer, with a perfect hollywood bad lawyer image, was questioning her. His eyes triangled behind a silver liner pair of glasses, short gray hair parted scarcely, mustache is tensed together with such rigility as if every hair is ready to jump at you with twisted words:
"The forklift has rubber tiers, right."
Silent, ".... right" She answered shyly
"The dock has cement floor, right." As if a mean school teacher discipline a student, he emphasized on the last word.
"... right"
"Then, tell me, why do you think...."
"Why do you think the rubber tires are dangerous on wet cement floor?" He just can not hide his enjoyment of his superior knowledge of rubber and cement as a big shot DOT lawyer (Department of Transportation).
Silent, silent, silent...

Michelle is not mechanical, in everyday life, her brain stops working whenever facing anything even remotely close to rubber tiers or cement floor, I do it, that's why she married me, I guess. I started to control my anger.

More silent.... more control..... then more silent.... more... I blown up:
"Excuse me, she is not a forklift driver, Sir" I put all my anger on the "Sir" part, retaliating his. I was mad, because that's such a stupid question, so stupid beyond all my education. My lawyer stopped me. "Rubber tire on wet cement floor" Yes, I need to fight that. Although I know he is just doing his job. Three hundred twenty five dollars an hour job. Suddenly I understand, why lawyer get paid so much.

"If you don't stand up for something, then you are nothing" I said again.
"Yeah, I think you should fight" My wife finally said. If you know her, you would not expect her to not talking. But I was a little suprised. She was the one who tell me from the begining, it does't worth it, just try to settle the case.
"I regreted that I didn't fight with the doctor." Then I know, she is still in the pain of lossing her Dad.

There are too many rich people who do whatever they want and have the money to pay lawyers in order to get away with it. If Money can not buy justice, then it surely can stop it. The People vs. O.J. Simpson. What do you mean stop the justice? What's the difference, bought or stopped?

Do I really want to stop?