Attorney Lynn Garson was born into a life of privilege, but her happy ending was hard-earned.
The older woman sitting across the table from Lynn Garson in the cafeteria of an Atlanta mental hospital had enough. It wasn’t much, really; the kid next to Lynn, a young man with a mischievous way, was messing with the woman’s metal tray, tapping hers with his, drumming his silverware, that sort of thing. But people can explode on you fast here.
Next thing you know, “She’s got a fork in her hand and she’s coming after him screaming, ‘I’ll cut your (testicles) off!’” Lynn recalled. So the kid yells back that he’s going to sever some part of the woman’s anatomy and then starts to come over the table after her, cutlery in hand.
Lynn is telling this story from a 53rd-floor office suite in downtown Atlanta, home of the prestigious law firm McKenna Long & Aldridge, where she works as a health care lawyer.
It is hard to imagine how this fashionably dressed, well- mannered attorney could find herself in such a bizarre and dangerous place, where crack addicts roamed the hallways, alcoholics fought the DTs, attempted suicides sported fresh stitches and people howled through the night and day.