Defining "Miracle" Down
This is not at all pop culture related. But I just happened to be reading the business section yesterday and saw an article about the trial of Richard Scrushy, the former CEO of HealthSouth, who was acquitted of fraud charges. The focus of the article was Scrushy's wife, and her belief that God sent signs that they would win at trial.
These are the "signs" in question. First, Scrushy's lawyer used a metaphor about pancakes in his opening argument, and the government's star witness was cross-examined during National Pancake Week.
"That had to be God," said Leslie, who marked the week in the little redSecond:
Bible she carries. "I never even knew there was a National Pancake Week."
[A] series of uncanny events convinced Leslie that God was on their side. The day of the indictment, an inmate at Birmingham's St. Clair Correctional facility named Eddie Briskett, 41, in for life without parole on burglary and assault charges, sent Richard a letter. He would be acquitted, Briskett said. The Scrushys ignored these missives at first, but as Briskett made predictions that came true, they took him seriously. So did their lawyers, who paid Briskett a visit. "He thought we were in God's hands and would be protected," said H. Lewis Gillis, one of Scrushy's attorneys.
Briskett's most telling insight involved Formula 409. A few weeks before the trial,
Briskett called and suddenly said, "Do I smell lemons?" The children had just cleaned the kitchen with lemon-scented Formula 409. Then, the first government witness turned out to be a co-inventor of Formula 409. "That's got to be God," said Leigh Laatsch, a friend who was visiting when Briskett called. "Why would he pick up a lemon scent when he is on the phone?"
Um, is it just me, or are these people insane?