Dreams can really change in a hurry, can’t they? I remember sitting on my father’s knee, watching him go over his cases for the next day, and thinking he was the very best criminal defense attorney Clearwater had ever seen. I thought he might have even been the best the world had ever seen. All I wanted when I was a kid was to grow up and be just like my father: respected, effective, 
and powerful. As I grew up, however, I saw my dad in a new way. He loved his job, and he was good at it, but it was always HIS job.
It was his heart and soul; he loved a good argument more than anything else. I like a good old fashioned debate as much as the next guy, but I realized that my real dream was to be the best at what made ME happy, not what made my father happy. I’ve been working as an architect for the past few years, working my way up in the company, and I love it; I’ve found my calling. As for my dad, he couldn’t be prouder to see his son following his own dreams, despite the fact that they led me away from the Bar Association.