Greetings,
I just signed the following petition addressed to: Colorado State legislators.
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Pass legislation to license Paralegals
Licensing Paralegals would benefit this fields of legal assistance greatly, adding creditability, respectability, and regulation. I am a student of Paralegal-ism at Colorado Community College of Denver (Auraria Campus). I found that many in the Law profession, including Lawyers and the Colorado Bar Association, along with the National Paralegal Association, the Rocky Mountain Paralegal Association and many other believe this would a great move in the field of Law, Law enforcement, and the Legal field. Regulation would greatly reduce Unauthorized Practice of Law and enforce the Chinese Wall of Ethics amongst Paralegals and Attorneys they work for. If Paralegals are licensed it would greatly influence them to follow the law, ethical practice and give the field greater credibility and respectability. Our education is certified, Associates of Applied Sciences, and.or Bachelors degrees. Many employers require a bachelors degree. This would also increase our wages, and benefits. This is very important many paralegals around the country. Thank you for response and cooperation.
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Sincerely, Matthew C. Martin-Croft
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Criminal Rebilitation part III
After spending my roaring twenties (as I like to call them) in and out of jail and prison for varies offenses such as drug dealing. I recognized my self destructive behavior in prison at twenty-five years old. I was not born without a conscious or a moral compass or without compassion or empathy. Quite the contrary; I was an over thinker, the analytical analyzer. Always dissecting every persons personality traits, events and situations. I spent a great deal of time alone, time to think, to make sense of the world, and time to question everything I was told and taught. I relied on facts I needed something concrete to believe in; God was not enough I could not touch him and he could not console me, I was alone.
Books were of stories and of far way places great hero's and beautiful women they took me away from the the nightmare that was my reality they were something I could count on; in a world where there was not anybody or anything I could depend on I found solace in books; some non fiction, poetry, dictionaries and encyclopedias. I read whatever I could get my hands, whatever was in the house. I could learn something new everyday. I only went to school to get out of the danger zone, home was just a beating away; a slap, a punch, a kick and/or the electric cord. So any where was safer than home. The most confusing place in the world. I had no idea what love was. Was it gentle, was soft caress, a sweet kiss or was it black eyes, was it multi-colored a bright shade of bruise. What exactly was love. Because I do not think its supposed to hurt like this. I do not want to wish her dead but we did all huddled together crying on the bed. I knew that my sister loved me, it felt good, it was safe in her arms. Sometimes she would take the beating for us. That's love I guess.
So, judge this former criminal if you want to... But I really do not think I had much of an option but to bury some pain and nightmares with drugs and alcohol. Eventually destroying myself, my mind wasted, body broken and my spirit dying. After I hit rock bottom I looked up and around all I could see where demons with faces of people I thought were friends. They were not friends, they were anchors holding me down, they did not want me to go any where. The place to go was up! Up was a long climb for a broken man; I needed my wits about than. So I swore off the drugs, stood up on my (subliminal) two feet and begin to climb out of the darkness, out of the slime, away from the monster I had become.
Step one was easy; swore to myself that I would never do anything to go back to jail. Time to behave and act like a man, mature-up and grow-up. I knew that I was responsible for my actions, that I had to do this for me. My nurturing instincts had to be put on hold; it was time to think about me and me alone. Time to take my life back along with my self-respect and what little dignity I had left. The climb is; I say is because eleven yeas later I am still on the climb. The climb is; spiritual, mental, very emotional, and quite physical. Again I am without a support network, not how my family work. I was in the darkest place in my life and man could be and I was completely along. My family continually reminded every time they got a chance just how dark my past was. But not once did they ever offer assistance. I am sad for them and I think I know enough of them to stay my distance.
It has been eleven years since I have been in trouble, I am considered mental disabled and emotionally unstable. I have a serious disease that I will not mention because I do not want the reader define me by that, my character or my destiny. I am not doomed. I have choices and goals and a plan. I am currently a law student working toward my bachelors degree. I feel confident, secure and t peace with myself. I have forgiven my parents for the world they brought me into, I have for given my molesters, my enemies and most of all I have forgiven myself. I deserve greater things, I deserve my freedom and I deserve society to forgive me. I am also very confident that there will not be a back slide; I never want to be there again. I like the sunshine! I now take one day at a time with ease, very slowly, even methodically. I have worked many psycho-therapist to maintain sanity and sobriety. The work is on going and I find much fulfillment in my education. I remain alone.
Books were of stories and of far way places great hero's and beautiful women they took me away from the the nightmare that was my reality they were something I could count on; in a world where there was not anybody or anything I could depend on I found solace in books; some non fiction, poetry, dictionaries and encyclopedias. I read whatever I could get my hands, whatever was in the house. I could learn something new everyday. I only went to school to get out of the danger zone, home was just a beating away; a slap, a punch, a kick and/or the electric cord. So any where was safer than home. The most confusing place in the world. I had no idea what love was. Was it gentle, was soft caress, a sweet kiss or was it black eyes, was it multi-colored a bright shade of bruise. What exactly was love. Because I do not think its supposed to hurt like this. I do not want to wish her dead but we did all huddled together crying on the bed. I knew that my sister loved me, it felt good, it was safe in her arms. Sometimes she would take the beating for us. That's love I guess.
So, judge this former criminal if you want to... But I really do not think I had much of an option but to bury some pain and nightmares with drugs and alcohol. Eventually destroying myself, my mind wasted, body broken and my spirit dying. After I hit rock bottom I looked up and around all I could see where demons with faces of people I thought were friends. They were not friends, they were anchors holding me down, they did not want me to go any where. The place to go was up! Up was a long climb for a broken man; I needed my wits about than. So I swore off the drugs, stood up on my (subliminal) two feet and begin to climb out of the darkness, out of the slime, away from the monster I had become.
Step one was easy; swore to myself that I would never do anything to go back to jail. Time to behave and act like a man, mature-up and grow-up. I knew that I was responsible for my actions, that I had to do this for me. My nurturing instincts had to be put on hold; it was time to think about me and me alone. Time to take my life back along with my self-respect and what little dignity I had left. The climb is; I say is because eleven yeas later I am still on the climb. The climb is; spiritual, mental, very emotional, and quite physical. Again I am without a support network, not how my family work. I was in the darkest place in my life and man could be and I was completely along. My family continually reminded every time they got a chance just how dark my past was. But not once did they ever offer assistance. I am sad for them and I think I know enough of them to stay my distance.
It has been eleven years since I have been in trouble, I am considered mental disabled and emotionally unstable. I have a serious disease that I will not mention because I do not want the reader define me by that, my character or my destiny. I am not doomed. I have choices and goals and a plan. I am currently a law student working toward my bachelors degree. I feel confident, secure and t peace with myself. I have forgiven my parents for the world they brought me into, I have for given my molesters, my enemies and most of all I have forgiven myself. I deserve greater things, I deserve my freedom and I deserve society to forgive me. I am also very confident that there will not be a back slide; I never want to be there again. I like the sunshine! I now take one day at a time with ease, very slowly, even methodically. I have worked many psycho-therapist to maintain sanity and sobriety. The work is on going and I find much fulfillment in my education. I remain alone.
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