Even before I finished law school, I never thought I’d be in the profession for very long. At the time I thought it’d be a good way to develop some skills and a possible “stepping stone” to another career. The stats I’d heard were that over 75% of lawyers leave the profession within the first 3yrs of practice; and I was sure I’d be one of them. Both at school and at work I just sort of “got by”. I’ve never been too driven with my work, I don’t like confrontation, and I’ve got a terrible memory. Nevertheless, I’ve been in legal practice now for almost 16yrs. At first I stayed in it because it was exciting and interesting at times (I started off in litigation). Later when I wanted to leave it, I didn’t know what else to do, so inertia kept me there. Now looking back, I think I’m finally recognizing that God’s hand was involved all along, and that I’ve been given something by Him to do.
Some evidence of God’s fingerprints in my career path: In 2000, after quitting my last job in Vancouver, I flew down to the San Francisco Bay Area to look for work. After sending out my resume and cold-calling over 50 law firms during my two-week stay, I received an invitation to interview with the top firm in the country in my area of practice (patent law). Every other firm flatly rejected me. The interview went well and surprisingly, they made me an offer. I was ecstatic and couldn’t help but ask myself: Why would the top firm in the country want to hire some Canadian guy with zero experience and no recognizable school pedigree? I didn’t ask these questions aloud and needed a pay check, so I gladly accepted the offer. I moved to Palo Alto, California in September 2000.
Soon after starting work in California, I needed to sit for the California Bar exam. As a foreign attorney educated outside the US, I was at a significant disadvantage with many subject areas (e.g. constitutional law and criminal law). The California Bar exam covered 14 different subject areas and was known as one of the hardest in the country. The pass rates were around 35% at the time. Up until that time, I had never sat for more than 3hrs at a time for an exam. The 3-full-day, closed-book exam was as much a test of physical stamina as it was of mental endurance. At the end of the first day, I realized that I had misunderstood the main question on the afternoon portion of the exam and had totally blown it. I was shell-shocked and ready to toss in the towel. I figured that in order to pass, I would have to score nearly perfect in all the questions for the rest of the two days. After getting killed the first day, the thought of facing the next two days with such odds stacked against me seemed hopeless. I felt like Rocky Balboa in the last round, but there was no Adrian to root for me or to fight for. Why bother going on to sit for the next two days to torture myself? I was sure I had failed anyways. That night I sat in my hotel room and turned on the tv. I saw an old Bruce Willis movie called “Last Man Standing”. In it there was a scene where after getting all beat up and shot up, he managed to pick himself up off the ground and keep going. So I decided to keep going too. I sat through the next two days thinking that I’d likely failed, but kept going anyways. About two months later, I got the results and discovered that somehow I had passed. I triple checked the results to make sure I was reading it right and when I was sure of myself, I quietly jumped up and down in my office for about 2 minutes. Not only that, but the results showed that out of all the foreign attorneys that took that California Bar exam in Feb 2001, there was only one foreign attorney that had passed.
Fast-forward to early 2011 – the middle of the economic meltdown. After getting laid off in December 2010, I networked with and applied to over a hundred companies in search of similar work (in-house pharmaceutical patent law) both in California and in Toronto. Not a single response, except for one: the top specialty pharma company in the world, which happened to be located in Orange County California, where many of our friends lived and where we were hoping to eventually move to. There were over 200 applicants for the position, and somehow I was invited for an interview and offered the job. A familiar question arose in my mind: Why would the top specialty pharma company be interested in some Canadian guy, who doesn’t have a Ph.D. (most pharma patent attorneys have Ph.D.’s in Bio or Chem), with no Ivy League pedigree, no local California contacts/network, and who requires an international relocation? My best answer to that question is that God wants me here. Now I’m looking high and low for reasons why He wants me here – How can I be faithful to his calling? Who would He have me speak to? Who is it that I should be helping/giving to? What is it that I should do? Holy Spirit help me.
"Here I am. Send me!" Isaiah 6:8
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