the next chapter?
there are things that you are born to do in life. and then there are things that you are destined for.
yes, there is a distinction between the two. there are plenty of examples of individuals who have a natural ability and talent to do something. say, play basketball, compose music, write prose. and often times, for whatever reason, these same people often end up doing something with their lives that may have little to do with their natural predisposition.
the reason why people end up doing something different? i don't know. let's call it life. life happens.
i believe i was born to be a public defender.
i don't know how i honed this ability or for how long i've had it, but i've always had the natural ability to genuinely connect with people. to listen intently. and use these two abilities to tell their story. these are basic skills that an effective advocate needs to have.
it just so happens i've been given the privilege to practice law. i've been given the privilege to use the law as a conduit to advocate on behalf of individuals who can't afford representation.
when i was first interned as a public defender, i saw incredible potential in how transformative a public defender can be on the community. how you can give an individual who has been long tied up in the legal system some faith that someone understands their plight. or give an individual faith that there's someone in the legal system who gives a fuck. or give a family faith that someone will deliver justice in a way that means something other than a jail sentence.
that's when i knew what i wanted to become as an attorney.
but life happens. i didn't pass the bar when i planned to. and i took a detour. met some incredible people along the way. learned some valuable lessons.
and then i was fortunate to be able to once again, serve as a public defender. no longer an intern, now an attorney.
being a public defender is more than a job to me. it's not something that i received a grant to do. it's not something that is a fellowship for me. it's not something that would be used to make my resume look shiny.
being a public defender is a responsibility. a privilege. an honor.
i get to dress up every day and wear my suit and tie, the same way athletes lace their shoes and put on their uniform. i get the opportunity to inspire confidence in my clients that someone from their neighborhood made it. and not just made it, but still remembers what it's like to grow up in communities like south seattle.
i get to use this understanding to earn the trust and confidence from accused individuals so that i can best tell their story.
of course, being a public defender means way more than just storytelling. but in the last 8 months, i've been able to use what i'm naturally good at to give people hope that there's someone who actually cares. and is smart enough to figure out how to use the law to their advantage.
but maybe, this isn't what i'm destined to do.
i can't control what political decisions are made that jeopardizes the funding to public defenders in king county. i can't control the fact that my timing in finally becoming a public defender was such that i couldn't be offered a permanent position.
so now, i've got to find a way to use my talents in a way that doesn't involve being a public defender.
what saddens me about knowing that this chapter may end soon is that i know i am needed. it's not to inflate my ego and say that i'm in a certain class of attorneys or public defenders.
i just know i can connect with my clients in ways that very few others can. i've been able to blend being aggressive within the system with showing them that i see them as more than just a case number. people who cannot afford to hire attorneys deserve to have attorneys who see them as more than just a part of their caseload.
one of the most invaluable pieces of advice i received when i worked as a prosecutor was being told to remember that on the other side of the table sits a human being. before they are a defendant, before they are a case file, they are first and foremost a person.
i've never forgotten this. i will never forget this.
i can't control the fact that in 6 weeks, i'll be asked to transition my files and give up my office. it's been a helluva ride. and perhaps, my destiny has yet to be written.
we'll just have to see what life gives me next.












