It’s that time of year again, when there is a chill in the air but warmth in our hearts. A time when we look at the red ink in our daily planners and think not of pending tasks, obligations and our ever dwindling free time, but think of the Winter Holidays and the joys the season brings. The Winter Holidays are more than just a time for vacations, holiday parties and expected bonuses, but a time to reflect on the events of the preceding year and give thanks for all that we have.
The Goldstein Law Group would like to give thanks not only to our clients, without whom none of the following would be possible, but also to our staff, who we consider to be our extended family. This year we have many new family members to welcome around the hearth including our new partner, Deborah Braile, new associates Anthony Atala, Jenna Selsky and Steven Litvack, new law clerks Billie Brock and Melissa Cicchini, new Human Resources Director, Mary Miano and new support staff. We are grateful to have them with us, enriching our lives; contributing to our successes and making what we do on a daily basis possible.
Our day to day successes over the past year have strengthened already solid partnerships with our clients with whom we have and look forward to continuing our work with into the future fighting insurance fraud. Whether it is obtaining a positive ruling in motion practice, eliciting key testimony from witnesses or leveraging dismissals from Plaintiff’s Counsel the end result is not only a benefit to our clients, but the benefit we derive from doing good work. Our good works are made possible by everyone from our support staff to our legal staff. Let us all reflect on the year gone with an abridged and slightly modified poem written by Robert W. Service, which reads as follows:
My glass is filled; my pipe is lit; my den is all a cozy glow. Snug before the fire I sit and wait to feel the old year go. I dedicate to solemn thought amid my too-unthinking days, this sober moment, fraught with both blame and praise. Old Year! Upon the Stage of Time you stand to bow your last adieu. A moment, and the prompter’s chime will ring the curtain down on you. Your mien is sad, your step is slow; you falter as a Sage in pain; yet turn, Old Year, before you go, and face your audience again. And so from face to face flit, the countless eyes that stare and stare; some are with approbation lit, and some are shadowed with despair. Some show a smile and some a frown; some joy and hope, some pain and woe: Enough! Oh, ring the curtain down! Old weary year! It’s time to go. My pipe is out, my glass is dry; my fire is almost ashes too. But once again, before you go, and I prepare to meet the New: Old Year! A parting word that’s true for we’ve been comrades, you and I — I thank all for each day of you; There! Bless you now! Old Year, good-bye!
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