Today I was called by the AG's office at 11:15 a.m. and informed of an "emergency" hearing at 2:15 p.m. at which the parental rights of one of my clients were at stake, and I was given the opportunity to learn great humility. I marshalled my energies, gathered my ducks to set them firmly in a row, calmed my client and headed into battle.
Whereupon I tanked.
I stammered, I stuttered, my heart raced and I failed to speak clearly about anything. Honestly? I didn't know I could be so ill-spoken. Fortunately, the judge had a less cluttered view of the applicable law than I was presenting, and justice prevailed... in spite of me. I kid you not, the judge himself had to look up the pertinent statute and quote it into the record as part of his ruling because I had so miserably failed to present him anything of value in making his decision.
My client walked away triumphant, and the outcome was right and proper. For this I am enormously grateful.
I am also unimaginably humbled. And I never want to be a lawyer ever again. Wake me when I'm retired, and not one moment before.