On my way home from Charleston, South Carolina I spent some time in Boston with family.
Here it is the end of November and there is no snow, which is a very good thing as far as I’m concerned.
Getting out of college 30 years ago, it was my goal to practice law in Boston. I had no idea I’d be an injury lawyer, but I knew since 6th grade I’d be some sort of trial lawyer. It’s what I always wanted to be, and I’m positive I never knew back then what injury law was about.
It didn’t take me too long to find out, and I loved it from the start.
It suit me. It was about the little guy taking on the big guy. It still is.
Although I began my law career as a criminal defense lawyer (again taking on the big guy) to get trial experience, I loved working on commission as an injury lawyer. The idea of not getting paid until I won a case was very appealing.
The idea of being a team-mate with my client was something very important to me.
A win/win situation is hard to pass up.
Surely, upon victory I am paid handsomely, but that means my client wins too, without risking anything financially. Getting 1/3 of a recovery means my client gets 2/3– not bad figuring for someone who struggled in math as a youngster.
Well, I’m not living and practicing injury law in Boston. I’m happily situated in Keene, New Hampshire, but have been fortunate enough to have many big-city type cases.
The stop in Boston was good. Dinner in the North-End at my favorite Italian restaurant was a treat, as was our stop at cafe for desert afterward. Those were stops I’ve made on occasion over the years, and it was nice to return.
Walking down Newbury street, Boston’s high-end fashion district, I walked right by a world-class tailor who used to make me very expensive, custom-made lawyer clothes– 3 piece suits out of the world’s best fabrics. These days I prefer a pair of dungarees and a sweat-shirt.
No, I’m not a big city Boston lawyer like I thought I’d be. I’m in the sticks and have to say I’m glad things didn’t work out the way I wanted.
I hate to think how much different (and worse) my life would have been had I gotten my own way.
Often times, we don’t know what’s in the cards.
Funny how that works…
Thanks for reading this & keep your strength.