In the summer of 1994, I watched my mother fall, slipping in a puddle that should’ve never been there. Her body twisted midair, trying to stop what was already in motion — and I was helpless.

That fall changed everything. My mother endured years of pain, medical treatment, and financial hardship, only to receive a small fraction of what she needed in court — just $10,000.

She was failed by the system twice: once by the store’s negligence, and again by an insurance company that didn’t care. That moment lit a fire in me.

I became a personal injury attorney because I never want another mother to be treated like mine was. Every client I represent is family to me. I fight for them with everything I have — because when the going gets tough, it’s time to get GOINS.