Roots of Humble Beginnings
Smells of Hard Work and Family Bonds
Growing up in a small town, the smell of second-hand smoke wasn’t just an odor; it was a reminder of the dust, smoke, and grease that permeated our lives. It was the aroma of hard work that defined my upbringing. My father, a logger and truck driver like many in our community, was the embodiment of humility, kindness, and unwavering dedication. His grueling 10-12-hour workdays and extended stays in logging camps forged a strong work ethic in our family. As my two brothers and I toiled on our farm in his absence, we missed him dearly, especially when challenges arose.
Scars of the Forest
The Price of Dangerous Work
In a world where logging ranks among the most perilous occupations, my father’s appearance tells the story. His pronounced limp, scars on his hands and face, missing and replaced teeth – all battle scars from work-related injuries. The dangers of logging are not confined to statistics; they are etched into the very fabric of our lives.
From Boots to Dress Shoes
A Journey from Home to Salt Lake City
Today, I find myself in Salt Lake City, a world away from my hometown. I work in an office, adorned with a comfortable chair and a custom desk, dressed in slacks and dress shoes, a far cry from the boots and jeans of my youth. Occasionally, I grapple with feelings of betraying my upbringing, questioning if I made the right choice, as my life feels alien to me. I long for the days of logging, firewood cutting, limb bucking, and farm work. I yearn for the camaraderie of hardworking, salt-of-the-earth individuals who shape the world through their sweat and determination – my people.
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
A Commitment to Real People and Real Problems
Ultimately, I know I made the right decision in becoming a lawyer. I don’t represent silk-stocking corporate entities or insurance defense sell-outs. Instead, I champion real people with genuine issues. I stand up for those who sacrifice their bodies for their employers’ prosperity. My clients aren’t just clients; they’re family. I match their blood, sweat, and tears with my own because when I sit across from a client, I see my father. I recall moments when he couldn’t work due to injuries and neighbors who lost their lives or limbs on the job.
My father instilled in me the belief that any job, done well and with integrity, is a source of pride. I’m proud of my roots, proud of who I am, and honored to help individuals, the Davids of the world, take on their Goliaths.
Professional Credentials and Associations
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