becoming an immigration attorney- yikes!

It's time for some thoughts on the law. That is, my experience with the law, and once again, what the heck am I doing in it (in law school). Of course, it is after midnight, and the time has finally come. For the first time this entire semester, I am having to seriously ponder- am I cut out for this?
All week I have had numerous things piling up on my plate. Worst of all (I thought) was that next week I am on call in Business Organizations. I can expect to be ridiculed and humiliated for about 20 minutes in front of a class of 200. Convincing myself that it's no big deal has not worked. Until tonight, when all I can think about is one of my clients in the immigration clinic. He is in a wheelchair and paralyzed from the waist down because he was shot by a gang in Honduras. We decided not to argue asylum on his behalf because the law is not in his favor. He has court on Monday and will be ordered to leave. I can't help but wonder where he will go, and who will help him.
I knew that this semester would be hard for exactly this reason. I am finally dealing with real people. And I knew the law would not always help the people who need a break. What I need to figure out is whether this anxiety it is causing me is temporary- whether I will toughen up and learn to deal with it. Hopefully, this is just part of the learning process, and coming to law school wasn't for naught. It would have been easier to become a social worker, and that way there would be no limitiations on who I could help. As a lawyer, I must follow all the rules set up by the government. But like everyone told me, this was a powerful way of helping people. I have to figure out how to celebrate those that I am able to help, without letting the other cases eat me up. For that I believe only God can give me strength.