Attending law school changed my mind. Yeah, I met some law students and attorneys that weren't great people. I also met some that were wonderful. As it turns out, the legal profession, like any other profession, is filled with all sorts of characters. Every religion, gender, race, ethnicity, sexual orientation, and so on, also contains some gems and some turds. So why do attorneys get this bad rap while some other professions/groups get a free pass?
It might be because the average person doesn't view criminal defense attorneys as protectors of the Constitutional rights of U.S. citizens. It might be because the average person doesn't view personal injury attorneys as enforcers of the contractual obligations owed by insurance companies to their policyholders. I do. Others may not. That's alright. Everybody is free to disagree.
Here is something that cannot be argued about though. It is simply factual. B is a personal injury attorney that enjoys his position at his law firm. Five years ago, I barely knew B through a friend of my wife's friend, but he volunteered to help my wife and I move. Yesterday, I still barely knew B, but he invited me to his firm's office to show me around and get better acquainted. Towards the end of our conversation, he told me that if my wife and I ever wanted to move to the area, he'd do his best to help me land a position in the legal field. Jerk.
Two encounters with this attorney. Two wonderful experiences. Thank you, B. You are a stereotype-buster.
I hear it often. Chances are, I won't explain it to you, at least not in full, for two reasons. First, I've discussed it on this site's homepage.
It's really that simple. No games, no tricks. Please check it out.
The second reason is because I'm not entirely sure it should matter. My motivations are mine and, honestly, the purpose for this trek may be changing with each day and friend that I see, each discussion that I have.
I met A for a late lunch today. He dresses a lot nicer than I do now, but I couldn't figure out if I thought this was a good thing or bad thing. Back in the day, we both dressed in Pizza Hut greens. The playing field was level.
Since I've had a craving for teriyaki ever since moving to teriyaki-deprived Minnesota, I tricked A into taking me to a teriyaki establishment. Plus, I drove, so it wasn't that difficult of a trick. The place was weird though. We accidentally ended up eating each others' food. Sorry about that pick, A.
While eating his food, I asked, "Are you happy?" He responded, "Oh yeah." I don't like to use exclamation points when I write, but I think his answer may deserve one. I've asked this question on my journey, but have never before received such an emphatic "yes." I mentioned this to A and he stated something along the lines of, "That's the way people should be." He explained this a little bit further to me, but for the purpose of this writing, I've said enough.
A's normal, his baseline, his ideal status quo, is not just happiness, but some sort of extreme happiness. Maybe you don't understand or agree, or perhaps it doesn't work for you, but it's working wonderfully for him. Likewise my normal, my baseline, my ideal status quo, at least for now, is "yes-I'm-really-driving-across-the-country-in-a-rental-car-to-meet-my-Facebook-friends." So go ahead and ask me "Why?", but my answer for you will probably be "Why not?"
As I visited with my mother, E, I was very aware of these two prongs of parenting. I saw examples everywhere of her doing the best that she could and I saw that her actions were based on good intentions. That makes a son feel good about being a son. While, if I do someday become a parent, think that my parenting style may be somewhat different than E's, I hope that these parenting traits mentioned above become part of who I am as a parent. I would love it if my children felt that, no matter what happened, I tried my very best to be a great parent, and that I always had good intentions. And I hope they know that I felt that way about their grandma E.