There is a group of lawyers I’ve come to know over the last six months to a year and to whom I look up because most of them have more experience in their pinky fingers — probably most of them have shed more law experience through their pinky fingers — than I yet have on some issues.
Don’t get me wrong. From what I’m told, I’m a fine lawyer, even if it doesn’t always feel that way to me. And yesterday, with numerous families surrounding me as I exited a courtroom, all asking for my card and whether or not I could represent their family member, I started to think Year Four as a lawyer might actually be fun. But these guys are like gods to me. They are what I aspire to be.
In some ways.