Sunday, February 26, 2012

Lenten Reflection - part i

i was not weeping at the cross,
unlike the Mother of our Lord and
the women of Jerusalem.
They believed in Someone,
believed that Something would come to pass.
And i, pushing past the people,
grabbed the body, slippery in blood
and spittle from the scornful
unbelievers gathered round,
gnarled with a thousand whip lashes,
grabbed it,
"Where were You, God,
Where were You when it mattered most?"
and ended with a cry
primitive, primeval, an ache beyond words,
so did the Christ cry out with me.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The Client - Enemy or Best Friend?

(pix credits here)

Recalling the words of my earliest boss,
"the client is your worst enemy" he would warn me, emphasising enemy. Then he would illustrate with examples of the client turning on us, backstabbing, complaining, even suing us for things going wrong later on.
At some level, I did understand that clients could be capable of making our lives as lawyers pretty darn miserable, not to mention, be the source of all kinds of danger, from petty complaints to negligence lawsuits.

On the other hand, can one regard this fee paying client as one's best friend? That wouldn't be correct either, since professionalism carries with it, as I have learned the hard way, a certain distance and also, well, from a more practical point of view, clients are more often than not nasty rather than nice, demanding rather than understanding. Not exactly the best place to breed anything more than courtesy

For me, it is hard to reconcile the concept of the client being one's worst enemy with his being the person paying the (legal) fees and doing one's best for this enemy. To begin with this starting block would create unnecessary stress and worry. There is a middle ground between enemy and best friend which I am finding day by day. I found instead that one regards clients as people to whom a duty is owed and whose expectations need to be managed (i.e. reality checks need to be given where necessary, the last I know, I didn't have a magic wand ready to grant all the heart's desires). That detachment is part of making better judgment calls and I dare say, an improved level of service.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Accepting the Unacceptable

I can't believe it's been six (6) years already, and I thought the void you left behind was already filled up.
No, I got betrayed and let down - and as I sit here, remembering alternating moments between the times spent together and that one singular moment of heartbreaking honesty (and you were honourable enough to tell me the truth, and because of that, you didn't lose my respect, no not my affection either although we both know something has changed forever)
Haven't seen you since, first - we weren't ready, next it became lots of excuses and third, it became being into our own busy lives.
We're still friends, I'd like to think. And no matter what or where you go, always a special place in my prayers for you, whatever you've told me and your doubts.

Thinking of someone else too. Why does it always come down to this? The good and happy times fade into this ache and dull emptiness. And for once in a way, so bitter that I find it hard to smile.

Betrayed. Disappointed. Alone. And I wonder what this all means. Forgiveness takes a long time, a very very long time, and talking about reconciliation, if there is no real change of heart or thinking or approach, why even bother?