This Is Why I Do It

In all the years I’ve been a paralegal, I am periodically reminded why I do it. It’s what drives me and it makes me want to find justice.

My heart truly goes out to each person and family that I meet.  From a professional standpoint, this may not be a good thing or even a healthy attribute, but I wouldn’t change that part of me.  This isn’t about me.  It’s about injured people and their families.

In most of the cases I work on, the client is the person who has been appointed as a personal representative of someone who has died as a result of someone else’s negligence.  It may be the result of medical malpractice, nursing home negligence, unsafe practices or product liability that lead to the catastrophic series of events resulting in someone’s wrongful death.

Although attorneys stand in the courtroom and argue these cases, many times I have direct contact with these families from the moment they walk through our doors until the moment the case either settles or is finalized in a trial by a verdict.

I must pay close attention to detail, so if I can assist in any manner at any given moment to ensure highest quality of representation for a successful resolution, I will do it. Each case is unique.  Each person and his or her family receive my fullest attention through their legal journey, whether it is resolved fairly quickly in an amicably settlement or has gone all the way through trial.

When each case is over, it doesn’t stop there.  I have made new friends, new connections that are very different from what you would typically share.  I have shared the walk through a very personal tragedy and if there is the slightest chance that, in the end, I have helped find the answers they so desperately sought from the minute they walked through the law firm door, then I have accomplished something huge and I have impacted lives.

It’s very fulfilling to aid in fighting for justice, but there are no words to describe what it is like when a client, who has been as strong as they possibly could be through the trenches of hell, cry and they thank you for all you have done.  As far as I’m concerned, thanks is not necessary. We went to war.  We witnessed the devastation of the war and we won.  We made a change.  We do this together for each client and the families that we serve.

So when stress builds and I feel like I am being pulled in 10 different directions, that’s usually the day I get that special reminder from a past or current client that THIS IS WHY I DO IT!

God Bless and stay safe.