One time when I was in high school, I was tempted to enroll in a pre-Law course after graduation. There was a small part of me that wanted to serve in the name of justice and all that blah we hear about in the media. My father often accused my reasoning as philosophically foolish, meaning he usually lost arguments when my logic get the better of him. 😀
Then, a quandary made the decision to back out easier. I was not sure whether I wanted to be a prosecutor or a defense attorney. Both roles appealed to me. What forced me to reconsider my choice is the thought that I could be required by consequences to be less accurate with the truth, okay, tell a lie.
It’s not the lying per se that concerned me but the result of it. Imagine if I was so good at defending a murderer…
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