Where’s the lawyer?

As a baby faced law school graduate of 26 years old I recall sitting across from clients who’d look me over and say, “you’re too young to be my attorney.”   Courthouse Clerks would ask to see my state bar card.  Opposing counsel would smirk at the rookie who showed up at hearings.

That was a long time ago.

Clients now immediately accept that the older guy in the suit with the gray speckled beard and furrowed brow is their attorney.  No one asks me to prove my lawyer credentials. I’ve practiced law longer than many of the judges I appear in front of.

You could say that I’ve done my time and earned my legal respect, or you could say that I’m getting old.

Whatever the reason for the immediate acceptance into the law club, I have enjoyed every step of the journey.  If I’m graying, it’s because I’ve endured the stress of trial more times than I remember, if I’m wrinkling, it’s because I’ve stayed up nights working through myriad ways to win for my clients, if I’m accepted as an attorney without question, it’s because I’ve earned a reputation as a seasoned advocate.

In life and in law, its a privilege and honor to get older.  Even more so in a vocation that allows you to help others.  Many people never have that chance!

José Borrego

Attorney

(916) 446-4911

Joseborregolaw.com