Dear William, Daniel, Catherine, Michael (and Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
Today was a sad day for me — it all started when I received an email Notice from the N.J. State Bar Association about a problem the Court was trying to solve:
9/23/2015 Notice
After reading this Notice, I decided to respond by writing a letter to the Chief Justice of the N.J. Supreme Court:
When I wrote this letter, I was a bit anxious about it, as I usually get nervous when I reveal myself to a stranger (my family and friends already know me pretty well); however, I decided to write, since being a judge was something I thought about in the past (but I never acted on it because I was not particularly politically active, but I understood that becoming a judge was something that required political connections), and here was an opportunity to fill a need; perhaps the need was greater than my lack of political connections. [By the way, if you want to see my Resume, you can see it HERE.]
There was no immediate response to my letter; however, about a week later, two N.J. Tax Investigators (badge and all) showed up at my office, allegedly investigating some corporate entity that was claiming to have an office in the building where my law office is located. It all seamed weird, but I answered the Investigators’ questions (again, strangely, more questions about me than about this mysterious corporate entity they were supposed to be investigating). That “interview” lasted less than ten minutes; and I never heard anything more about it.
Then, today, I received a private response to my letter, from the Chief Justice:
10/12/2015 Note from the Chief Justice
So, now I am officially “too old” to become a judge in N.J.
This news (although not unexpected) was sad because I do not think of myself as “old” [all my physical failings I blame on my weight, not on my age]. Not only do I not feel “old”, I do not feel “too old” either. But, what others perceive is reality — THEIR reality; and to the extent that this perception limits my opportunities, it became MY reality.
I am sure (at least I hope so), tomorrow I will feel better; although, today was a sad day for me.
Love,
Dziadziuś Paweł.
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