Her Judgment of Me
Hello world, several years ago, 1991 to be exact, I was standing in a Fresno County court room waiting to hear if my junior high-school wrestling coach (Mike Darling) and his wife would be granted legal guardianship of me as my foster parents. Seated behind a large dark wooden bench was a thin woman amid shoulder length blond curly hair, with dark roots. Her name is Nancy Ciscenros. During those years she was the commissioner within the juvenile social services department. At first glance, I assumed she was objective and stern because her tone was strict and she did not offer any smiles.
However, towards the end of that first court session she asked me what my plans were then made stipulations that I engage in therapy due to my tumultuous past. Well, my opinion of psychotherapy was skewed during those days as I believed people were weak if they discussed their issues with others, most notably a counselor. Well, Nancy pointed me in a direction that best suited my development and now, almost nineteen years later, I am in pursuit of becoming a psychotherapist.
In 1996, my foster father took me to the “Acapulco” restaurant in Fresno Ca, where I had lunch with a woman who was full of smiles; she wore her hair in a soft flat style which was brown-red in color. Her name was Nancy Ciscenros. Our conversation shared great emotion and she instantly became a mother figure to me. Every since that day, we have spoken on a regular basis and at the very least; flowers arrive for her on mothers day with the indication of my love for her as a mother figure.
Nancy’s judgment of me has directed a path that promotes her love and commitment of America’s judicial system. I once thought that our legal structure was a detriment to men and women of color (in some cases it can be), however, on March 19, 2010, Nancy Ciscenros retired after a career which kept me out of prison and helped me develop skills which offer others inspiration!
It would be selfish of me to think that I am the only person that Nancy has shared her love with by exerting her judicial powers. I truly believe that her direction has been one of several supporting pillars that have strengthened my belief in the phrase “it takes a village to raise a child”. Even though Nancy Ciscenros will not be seated behind a bench wearing a long black robe, her optimistic influence is profound and will last for many years to come! Nancy instilled within me a love for helping others. I will always cherish her first judgment of me, which taught me how to positively influence others.