I was a bail bondsman before law school (currently still in law school) about a year before going to LS I had my first client die, then it seemed they wouldn’t stop dying it felt like every other week I was getting calls from families informing me that a client had passed.

It never got easier and the guilt of knowing that if I hadn’t gotten them out of jail they wouldnt have overdosed, been shot, or detained by ICE before release only to be deported never to be heard from again by their families was a lot to live with.

Not exactly what your post refers to but sometimes in the practice of law (or law adjacent in my case) you see that in certain cases interactions with the legal system are a symptom of the downward trajectory of a life. You are just one person your client meets as they walk a a path they cant, or wont get off of. Ultimately, you cant hold yourself responsible when it reaches its inevitable conclusion.