A Profession of Tears

I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.  My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for the day. —  Abraham Lincoln

Do you want to be a criminal-defense lawyer? If so, you better be ready for tears.

Recently, while sitting in the back of a courtroom waiting for my client’s case to be called, I noticed a woman sobbing in front of me.  A man stood in shackles before the judge; she looked on through watery eyes.  The man, likely her child, found himself in the grasp of our justice system.

I have been in private practice for nearly a year and a half now.  During that time, many tears have been shed in my office.  They have been shed by women — wives, mothers, and the criminally accused.   They have been shed by men — tough men, weak men, fathers, and sons.  And they tell me that they are putting their trust in me.  They are counting on me.  Their liberty, or the liberty of loved ones, is in my hands.   That responsibility hits me hard.  Like Lincoln, I often find myself on my knees.

Jeremy Richey


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