One of my first jobs in high school was actually working for an estate attorney here in my city. She was assisting my mother after my Grandmother passed away plus managed to get all of her affairs in order. To my luck, she took an interest in me immediately after she met me. After we spoke for approximately an hour, she provided me with a paid internship position at her firm where I would help her with whatever jobs she had such as filing plus bank deliveries. On occasion she’d supply me the keys to her motorcar to go plus pick up food plus pop for all of her employees in the office. Even though I had never entirely thought about becoming a lawyer up to that point, my mind was slowly changing. I asked her about it a single day, plus she told me that I had to make sure I had the disposition to be an attorney. She stated that court cases can drain people physically plus emotionally, especially if I became a criminal attorney. Evidently she chose to become a family plus estate lawyer after years of working as a state prosecutor for criminal cases. She was basically forced to fight against random citizens on behalf of the state on a regular basis. On occasion they were actual criminals with split plus dry cases with absolutely provable blame. But she says that on occasion she is not able to sleep at night when she thinks of the ambiguous cases that resulted in convictions, basically because she was doing her job. I came to realize fairly hastily that I wouldn’t do well with that sort of career. Instead, I followed my path into becoming an English major before graduating plus getting a career with writing legal briefs for a local attorney. Now I do a mix of both without the moral quandary.