Kristyan Rose Gilmore
North Penn Legal Services
Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania

IT’S NOT ABOUT ME
I sat down to prepare the “Drum Major essay” and
produced pages of interesting narration about my colleagues, our
clients, and myself. I prefaced by discussing all of the things that
I had to overcome in order to be in the position that I’m in now. I
went on to express the joy I find in helping those who are still
going through. Next, there was an extensive discussion of the joy
experienced in seeing peace come over a hopeless client. Here I gave
honor to my creator God for giving me the ability to speak to lay
persons about complex legal issues in a way that they can
understand. By then, I had two pages with little or no point…I was
rambling…as I am now.
As I read over my essay, the faces of our many
clients flashed before me. The theme song seemed to be “it’s not
about you…anything worth doing is worth fighting for!” Can you here
the melody?
Then I realized that I needed guidance in assessing
the focus of my writing. So, I went to the definition of “drum
major” as “the leader of a marching band…” (thank you Dictionary.com).
After working with the members of the Pennsylvania
Legal Aid Network (specifically North Penn Legal Services) for the
past month, I know that these advocates and teachers put serious
thought into everything they do. I made it my goal to assess the
reasoning behind their naming this essay the “Drum Major” I wasn’t
able to get it until I shifted my thinking to focus on the glass as
half full.
Recalling the day that I interviewed with Ms.
Cynthia Newcomer (Chief Administrative Officer for Pennsylvania
Legal Services), I distinctly remember that she was not alone. Karen
Detamore (Executive Director of Friends of Farmworkers) was there
with her. As I sat in the Harrisburg training room with ten of my
fellow MLK interns, it was the same. I was not alone. As the
presenters came in one by one, each feeding off the energy of the
one before was not alone. They were preparing us for something.
This internship is like a rigorous band camp where
you were expected to increase with each passing session. Once at my
placement in Stroudsburg, the band played on. The supervising
attorney in my office plays tuba in a marching band (really). The
secretaries and paralegals all play an important role in the
ensemble. We march-2-3-4…pressing toward the mark of a higher
calling.
This is what we give our clients everyday. Music
speaks peace…it says all is well. Music brings with it a spirit of
triumph…it says FIGHT! The clients come to us wounded, we access
their need, and we empower them, speaking peace to their trials and
igniting the FIRE in their bellies. While we are all “drum majors”
in training, not everyone can be the “leader of the marching band.”
Success comes in aspiring to get there, reflecting on all the lives
we touch with our zeal for the law.
In looking over what I’ve written herein, I realize
how much progress I must make. Try, if you can, to count how many
time I used the words “I, me, or my.” Well, there is no “I” in
“team.” Thank God there’s room in the glass. Thank God I am only one
member of a large marching band. Thank you so much for this
opportunity.