Truthfully though, it wasn’t until I met an amazing woman who had a knack for baking cookies that set me on the path of injury law.
I had decided it was time to move on from legal services work and explore other paths.
Before long, I was working in small-town law practice and one day met a nice woman who injured herself at a grocery store.
She was a hardworking and charming person – and she could no longer do the job she had before because of her new injury.
As it happened, she had always wanted to start a bakery with her sister. That was her longtime dream.
When the insurance company wouldn’t settle her claim fairly, we found ourselves in court, By the time they got to take her deposition, she had started on this quest to pursue her dream. I’ll never forget the moment she asked me if she should bake cookies to bring to the meeting.
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Now, a deposition is not generally a friendly environment – it’s a place where defense lawyers like to intimidate injured people.
The defense lawyers from the biggest defense firms in Vermont had not seen anything like it before, but that didn’t stop them from shoving their faces full of scrumptious, homemade cookies.
At that moment, I thought to myself, I’m glad to be on this side of the table.
I get to help this awesome woman, who was kind enough to bake cookies for the very people trying to deny her justice, while helping to bring justice for someone who absolutely, without a question in my mind deserves it.
I thought, where do I sign up for this kind of work full time?
Justice can take many forms. It can be working in the trenches ensuring low-income folks have a place to live tomorrow or the right to work safely.
But, as I have learned, it can also be helping hardworking people, just like you, who have been injured in car, bike or motorcycle wrecks, get the medical treatment they deserve while fighting the insurance companies that want to deny them that basic right.
For me, justice now means getting to help injured people physically and emotionally recover in order for them to live fulfilling and amazing lives.
And to think it all started with a third-grade electoral run for president and a batch of the best homemade cookies on the planet!
An old colleague from my legal aid days called. It turned out he needed some help with some injury cases. Was I interested? I haven’t looked back since.
Well, maybe it started a little bit earlier…
The other day my mother pulled something out of the basement, framed it and put it on my desk. While it wasn’t a box of old cookies (which I will get to in a moment) it was my political platform for running for third-grade class president.
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