I once defended a single mom caught stealing a blue pen. She’d promised it for her son’s birthday but couldn’t afford it. I convinced the judge to let her go. Twenty-five years later, I was running my own law firm when a young man walked in for an interview. Something about his eyes felt familiar. His name was Milan Roque. Sharp resume. Calm confidence. Strong values. When I asked why he didn’t choose a high-paying corporate firm, he said, “My mom taught me to do the right thing. A lawyer once changed her life with one small act.” My heart...
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