Fifteen years ago, my parents were divorced. It was a messy affair, and if it wasn't for a legal aid attorney who helped my mother get custody of my sister and me, I think my life may have been radically different. (Not to say my father is a bad person, but rather that he was going through a difficult time and not handling it in a constructive manner.)
I still remember sitting outside the courtroom in the Daley Center in Chicago, looking down out of the windows onto the street below.
Today, I went to the Daley Center as an attorney, and looked out those same windows, onto the same street below.
Life is funny sometimes.
Generalized Human Experience
4 months ago
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