The Road Less Traveled

Yesterday I turned 32-years-old. This entire week, I have been searching for the answer to how 32 feels different than 31. That answer finally came to me Monday during my morning run. It’s been ten years since turning 21. And while 32 may not feel all that different than 31, it feels drastically different than 21. In the last ten years, I came to the most important decision that I’ve ever had to make: the decision to dedicate my life towards the betterment of humanity and hope that somewhere along the way, I might stumble upon my own happiness. That decision brought me to the study of law and the long journey to becoming a young lawyer.

It’s now been three-and-a-half years since I took The Oath. This past year has been the most transformative – yet challenging – of my practice. That is due in large part to the fact that it is, now, my practice. Yet I’ve never felt more proud of the work we do and the lives we’ve changed as a result. And I say “we” because it’s always a two-way street. My client and me; I believe we fight the good fight, together. I believe we win, celebrate, laugh, cry, and sometimes, lose, together. Which brings me back to that road; the road less traveled.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is not only one of the greatest poems of all time, but is truly, a motto to live by. Mr. Frost writes:

 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

The world has the misconceptions about lawyers that they are money hungry savages. I believe this misconception exists because the world views the road less traveled by lawyers as being one where we possess a genuine desire to help others. In other words, the average reasonable person thinks: “lawyers don’t care about me, they only care about my money;” or worse, “lawyers hurt, not help.”

As lawyers, I genuinely believe we make the world a better place by helping others. I personally abhor each and every stereotype to the contra. So much so that I devote much of my practice and free time to fighting those stereotypes and proving the world wrong. I’m proud of this work, but even prouder of the knowledge that I am not alone.

In my work with the American Bar Association, Young Lawyers Division, I’ve been fortunate to meet hundreds and convene with thousands of young lawyers from every part of this country that possess that characteristic associated with the road less traveled: a genuine desire to help, not hurt; to bring order to an otherwise chaotic world. I’ve been fortunate to travel from coast to coast, San Diego to Detroit, San Francisco to Miami, and every step of the way, shaken hands with countless hungry, young lawyers that share with me, this road less traveled. It’s only a matter of time before the world hears our voices and changes that misconception. Until then, like traveling headlong into a storm, we must put our face down, and walk, putting one foot in front of the other.

Ten years ago, two roads diverged in a wood. And I, I took the one less traveled by. And that, that has made all the difference. As a young lawyer, I take comfort in knowing that I am not alone.

I hope you will to.

Much love,

-DGL

October 28, 2016, Tampa, Florida

 

 

The job that doesn’t get any easier

Oftentimes as a young lawyer I ask myself, “When is being a lawyer going to start becoming easier?” This question reminds me of the two pieces of advice I hear the most from senior attorneys: first, pay your dues now and it will be worth it later; second, keep your head up because…it doesn’t get any easier. Standing at the crossroads of this apparent juxtaposition, I can’t help but wander what the road ahead really looks like. Is the practice of law destined to be akin to swimming in a sea of contradiction (or is it drowning?)

No. That would just be taking the easy way out.

So what is the point of paying my dues if it doesn’t get any easier? Is to be a better lawyer? A better lawyer would, by definition, have an easier time being a lawyer. Wouldn’t they? Maybe not. It’s sort of like the smart kids I went to school with. They got things faster than most of us. They earned better grades. But they were always working. Always reading. Always talking in class and meeting with teachers.

I think paying your dues as a young lawyer is not about the promise of an easier practice, but more about the right of passage. I remember being told in law school that taking and passing the bar exam was the right of passage to becoming a lawyer. That could not be truer. I learned more about the law studying for the bar then during my 3 ½ years in law school.

Now I am beginning to think that paying your dues as a young lawyer is the right of passage to being a successful lawyer. An effective lawyer. The kind of lawyer my generation of young lawyers should strive to be.

But this still leaves the first question unanswered. Does it get any easier? My inclination is to say no. In my opinion, the most difficult part about being the practice of law has always been the lack of finality. Meaning you are never, ever truly…done. You can always read more cases, write a better brief, make another argument, strengthen your existing argument – the list goes on. You can always be a better lawyer. It’s just a matter of time. How much time are you willing to spend to be better. And if your willing to spend the time to be better, then it shouldn’t get any easier. I’m okay with that.

I don’t want to this job to get any easier because when being a lawyer gets easier, it necessarily implies I am no longer striving to be better. When I stop striving to be better, I become…average. And being average has never been an option.

 

 

Portrait of the Lawyer as a (not so) Young Man

When I first began writing these stories, I contemplated the end; the day I would cease to be a young lawyer. At the same time, I wondered when it is that the young lawyer earns their stripes – so to speak – and becomes a (non-young) lawyer. In fact, readers have asked me this question a lot: when do you cease being a young lawyer?

What I never contemplated was the day I would no longer be a young man. And there’s the rub. Much like turning thirty – this realization conveniently snuck up on me.

At the end of this month, I will say goodbye to a decade and no longer be twenty-something. As the days ebb, I approach the twenty-seventh of October with an almost shameful sense of dread. For the past year, I have been jokingly telling my friends and family, “I’m getting old.” In less than twenty days, that joke becomes reality. A reality I was reminded of on Sunday evening at a Bonobo concert with my girlfriend in Ybor City. Looking around and breathing in the deep scent of teen spirit, for the first time I noticed I was no longer the kid in the room.

Now, I understand to most people thirty is not old. In fact, it may even be an insult of sorts to label thirty as old. (I apologize in advance if I offend.) Nevertheless, something inside tells me those who could be offended would just as easily understand and remember the day they turned thirty. As with most milestones, there is that inescapable melancholic desire to reflect.

Enter: Reflection.

Reflection enters, waves and declares with a boisterous voice:

At the entrance to the path down memory lane stands a blinking neon sign that reads: “It all goes by so fast.”

Applause sign lights up and the crowd goes wild.

It seems like just yesterday, my brother looked me straight in the eyes before imparting his timeless wisdom: “Enjoy it, buddy. Because after you turn twenty-one, it flies by.” Nine years later, Icarus laughs as my wings ache and my girlfriend tells me age is a state of mind; that I will only be as old as I allow myself to feel. “Dom, if you say you feel old or are old, then your going to be old!” If I could somehow combine that with and believe my mom’s compliment, “Dom, you definitely do NOT look thirty,” then I might be able to find some semblance of a happy medium. But I have never been one for naivety, no matter how convenient.

The point of this long-winded narrative is to arrive a curious paradox. I feel old because I have been blessed with the opportunity to follow my brother’s advice. And the only feeling that overtakes this Prufrock state of mind is that of gratitude. Gratitude to God for thirty blessed years. Gratitude to my family and friends who have been there every step of the way and made these thirty years feel like sixty, but in a really good way. Gratitude to Marcia for loving me for who I am, grey hairs and all. Gratitude to those I spend the majority of my days with at Dogali Law Group for the amazing opportunity to one day be the old lawyer this young lawyer dreams of being.

Reflection smiles before his final soliloquy.

Tomorrow I may be old; but today I will laugh like a kid again because I have this sneaky suspicion life’s too short to do otherwise.

Pro Bono Publico

Lawyers often use the term pro bono to describe work they take on for a client without charging that client for the work; ie not expecting to be compensated. Pro bono is short for “pro bono publico”, which translates form Latin to “for the public good.” Pro bono work is “professional work undertaken voluntarily and without payment or at a reduced fee as a public service.” (WIKI) Black’s Law Dictionary defines pro bono as “being or involving uncompensated legal services performed esp. for the public good.” Black’s Law Dictionary (9th ed. 2009), pro bono.

A review of these definitions and the term in general confuses me as a young lawyer. The central reason why I became a lawyer was to make the world a better place. Taking that to heart, I cannot help but wander when did the work lawyers do stop being for the public good, as a whole.

I distinctly remember my first year orientation at law school. One of the speakers came to the podium, and began discussing the place of lawyers in society. Just as the world need doctors to heal the sick, the world needs lawyers to heal society. He also described the responsibility – the burden – that lawyers must assume; care of the poor and underprivileged. He described this in such a way that made sense. The world has thrust upon doctors the diseased and upon lawyers, the poor and oppressed. It is our responsibility to help those who lack the resources to help themselves. In my young, law school naivety, this was music to my ears. On the edge of my seat, gaze intently focused on the podium; I had taken a giant gulp of the proverbial punch and I was ready for more.

Five years later, as I go through the security checkpoint at the Plant City Courthouse with Dogali Law Group’s newest pro bono client, in between removing my shoes and being yelled at by security for not returning my bowl, I asked myself, what happened? When did lawyers cease being saviors and become villains? The world still revels doctors, yet lawyers are consistently berated and belittled. Why?

 

The large personal injury billboards on the side of the road back to the office, like the eyes of T.J. Eckleburg, reveal some semblance of an answer. We did this to ourselves.

But we can fix it. From the beginning, when we as lawyers take the oath, we promise to not turn our back. We pledge: “I will never reject, from any consideration personal to myself, the cause of the defenseless or oppressed, or delay anyone’s cause for lucre or malice. So help me God.” As lawyers, we cannot allow “personal to myself” to overshadow the cause. Worse, we cannot continue to let society feel as though personal to ourselves obscures their cause.

The world still needs us – now more than ever.

Yaz

Yaz, or drospirenone and ethinyl estradiol, was first introduced to the US consumer in 2006.  (It’s precursor, Yasmin was introduced in 2001.) Yaz prevents ovulation and cause changes in a woman’s cervical and uternine lining, thus making it harder for sperm to reach the uterus and harder for a fertilized egg to attach to the uterus. (Copied word for word from drugs.com – there is a reason why I did not go to medical school.)
 

Marketed and sold by Bayer pharmaceuticals as contraception, in 2006 the FDA approved Yaz to treat moderate acne in pubescent women in addition to symptoms of premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD), including anxiety, depression, lack of energy, headache and weight gain. Yaz also was reported to not cause some of the side effects associated with similar forms of oral contraceptive, including bloating and weight gain. As such, by 2008 Yaz was the best-selling birth control in the U.S. with sales totaling $781 million in 2009.

Yasmin and Yaz were the first birth control pills to use drospirenone, a form of progestin. However, the hormone drospirenon has been the subject of heated litigation due to reports of deaths, strokes, pulmonary embolism, gallbladder diseases, elevated potassium levels and a myriad of other health risks.  Bayer AG, the German chemical and pharmaceutical company, who interestingly enough marketed heroin in 1895, has spent $1.4 billion dollars settling 6,760 U.S. claims. As of July 2013, 5,400 claims of injuries related to Yasmin, Yaz and other generic versions of the drug remained pending in the U.S. alone. 2,800 of the unsettled claims involve allegations of blood clots, again attributed to the hormone drospirenone. Moreover, Bayer has set aside $24 million for an additional 8,800 U.S. plaintiffs alleging gallbladder injuries, despite Bayer denying fault for these allegations.

I am proud to report that this week, Aronfeld Trial Lawyers settled one of those 5,400 claims on behalf of our Yaz client. It was my first Mass Tort and Product Liability case and subsequent settlement as a young lawyer. When Spencer Aronfeld first approached me and asked me to take on some of his firm’s Mass Tort and Product Liability cases, I was both excited and nervous. Excited because it was a unique opportunity to practice in an area not many other young lawyers are able to practice in. Nervous because I knew little about the claims process or how long it would take to actually reach a settlement. But with Spencer’s guidance and support, countless hours of research by our law clerk, and a plethora of electronic exchanges with our client, the claim was filed. Three months later, I smiled upon receipt of the email notifying me that our client’s claim had finally settled. As a young lawyer, there is no greater joy than knowing I am accomplishing the goal I set out to accomplish when I first decided to become a lawyer; fight to make the world a better and safer place, one client at a time.

The Young Lawyer’s New Year’s Resolution

USA.gov, “Government made easy,” lists the following, most popular New Year’s Resolutions:

1. Lose Weight;
2. Volunteer to help others;
3. Quit smoking;
4. Get a better education;
5. Get a better job;
6. Save money;
7. Get fit;
8. Eat healthy foods;
9. Manage stress;
10. Manage debt;
11. Take a trip;
12. “Reduce, reuse and recycle;” (Is this an actual resolution or a plug for the EPA?) and
13. Drink less alcohol.

The last one seems slightly ironic considering most of America spends New Year’s Day drinking themselves into oblivion (most likely between drags of a cigarette and bites of something fried or covered in cheese). The rest of the resolutions are worthy, admirable ambitions. Indeed, anyone’s life would be improved were they to pick just one of the above-mentioned statements and adopt it in their lives. However, according to British psychologist Richard Wiseman of the University of Bristol, there is an 88% failure rate connected with those who set New Year’s resolutions. Not exactly winning odds.

In addition to choosing a New Year’s resolution worthy of fulfilling, it has been shown beneficial to share that resolution with others that will hold you accountable for the goals you set for yourself. Frank Ra said it best:

“Resolutions are more sustainable when shared, both in terms of with whom you share the benefits of your resolution, and with whom you share the path of maintain your resolution. Peer-support makes a difference in success rate with new year’s resolutions.” (Frank Ra, “A Course In Happiness: An Authentic Happiness Formula for Well-Being, Meaning, and Flourishing.”)

That being said, I want to share my New Year’s resolution with you, my readers in the hope that I do not fall into that 88% and more importantly, you all hold me accountable. My New Year’s resolution, as the young lawyer, is to work harder.

Working harder is a delicate formula though; a means and not an ends. Working harder may require working longer days and weekends but it is not a requirement. It may require taking the occasional weekend off if it will allow me to start Monday with a fresh and clear mind allowing me to be more efficient and approach my work with a different perspective. Working harder may require spending more time doing the things that I as the young lawyer don’t necessarily enjoy doing but know needs to be done. Working harder may require more time on the phone, blood-shot eyes, and mental exhaustion. Or working harder may require taking a break from the computer every so often and just thinking about how to do what needs to be done smarter and better.

But if working harder is a means and not the end – a formula, so to speak – what is the intended outcome?

Achieve more as a young lawyer in a shorter amount of time then I would have otherwise. This is the young lawyer’s New Year’s resolution. You have my permission to hold me accountable.

Much love and many blessings in 2014.

-DGL 2014

Thanksgiving

This Thanksgiving I was grateful to have the time, as the young lawyer, to reflect on the things I am most grateful for in my life – faith, family, friends, work, food on the table and a roof over my head. Sometimes, it can be that easy. Oftentimes, that level of simplicity brings about the greatest joy in life.

Looking back now, I realized that this Thursday was the first day since becoming a lawyer I was able to completely disconnect from my work. It was the first day I didn’t obsess about returning calls, checking emails, or leaving the house with a card. More amazing is that it was an unconscious realization because I didn’t understand what was happening until after it was over. This leads me to believe that I am reaching a certain level of maturity as a young lawyer; I am finally learning how to disconnect.

In my last story I revealed to you the frustrations of being unable to leave the work, even on a seven-mile run. Indeed one of the greatest struggles I have had as a young lawyer has been the inability to disconnect. As a professional, your life becomes your work – that is, I believe, the definition of a professional. That is why it is so important, as a professional, to love what you do. I love being a lawyer, as you all know. But every relationship has its bumps. For me, that bump has been the inability to detach every now. It is for this reason I feel that being able to disconnect evidences a certain level of new life; maturity if you will.

I used the day of disconnect to finish Vonnegut’s masterpiece, The Cat’s Cradle. In one of the most climatic endings I have encountered in fiction, Vonneget laments, “As the poet said, Mom, ‘Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.”’”

As a young lawyer I have had my moments of doubt – moments when I have wandered about what might have been. But its days such as Thursday when I agree with Vonnegut – what might have been are wretched words. Words that interfere with our ability to enjoy today. What is. In this moment. In this amazing space where I glance at my phone and smile to see a happy Thanksgiving text message from a client. Where I am content to be where I am and excited about where I am going. Where I am grateful for the unbridled joy simplicity brings.

-DGL 2013

“A warrior does not give up what he loves, he finds the love in what he does”
― Dan Millman, Way of the Peaceful Warrior: A Book That Changes Lives

A New Day

Two weeks ago I, the young lawyer, took a major step in this, my journey. Two weeks ago, I accepted and embraced the opportunity to become the Managing Attorney for Aronfeld Trial Lawyers. Since this time, my life has been a roller coaster of thoughts and emotions, fears and excited anticipation. But at the end of the day, it all subsides and bears witness to the plain and simple fact that this is the moment and opportunity I, as the young lawyer, have spent a lifetime waiting and working for. And in this moment, in this small space between past, present and future I am overwhelmed with one feeling and one feeling only – gratitude.

The call came at 12:00 PM on a Saturday. My mentor, calmly relayed to me that the managing attorney at the time had resigned and that he needed me to come back to Miami and help him assess the situation. My mentor needed me, the young lawyer. Overwhelmingly honored, I immediately sprang into action and spent the remainder of my weekend preparing for the trip back to that fabled land that doesn’t sleep – Miami.

Upon seeing that skyline again, I smiled because I was acting with purpose. Indeed, there is no greater feeling in the world than action driven by purpose. I spent the next three days with Spencer Aronfeld and the amazing team of Aronfeld Trial Lawyers assessing the situation, putting out fires, and working to develop a plan of action moving forward. The plan was simple. I would be responsible for assisting Spencer with the Firm’s production, and work with my mentor to manage our inventory of personal injury and medical malpractice cases. And, I would do so remotely from the Tampa office which was now fully operational and awaiting my return.

Our enemy would best be summed up in the proverbial quote: the “best-laid plans of mice and men oft go astray.” Indeed, every day from that day forward would be a fight to keep the delicate balance in our favor. One fail swoop, and this Tower of Babel that we had spent the last three years constructing, could come crashing to the ground. Losing was not an option. We must press on.

And press on we did. As I left the Miami office and began the long trek back to Tampa, my new home, the realities of the situation drove my mind to run marathons with seemingly no end in sight. There is a reason why I am a “young lawyer;” I have only been practicing law for six months now. And even then, the practice was carefully restricted and crafted by my mentor to ensure I was not overwhelmed, that I continued to develop, and most importantly for our clients, “nothing slipped through the cracks.” But now, in the midst of averting crisis, I would be thrust in the practice of law involving in excess of seventy cases and clients. I would be responsible for preparing each and every one of those cases for my mentor who was not just my mentor now, but my teammate, my wing-mate in this war of words.

I, the young lawyer, overnight was not only given the opportunity to meet and exceed the challenge I had spent a lifetime working for, but more importantly, the chance to represent successfully the clients of Aronfeld Trial Lawyers. To learn the practice of law at a pace so rapid that it could be compared to drinking from a fire hose.

In the past two weeks, there have been times when I have asked myself, the young lawyer, what am I going to do? But every time I have faced that question, that lingering fear, I remind myself of the risk of not succeeding – that failure in this case is not an option. My driving motivation is the threat of letting down our clients and my mentor. That is not a threat I am about to let become a reality. Instead, I will keep it where it shall forever lie – in the cathedral of fears buried deep within the recesses of the young lawyer’s mind.

I arrive back to Tampa at 1:00 AM. Exhausted, overwhelmed, but excited. I am excited because no matter what may happen today there will always be tomorrow. And tomorrow will always be a new day.

Would you like fries with that?

This week, Burger King introduced “Satisfries,” low fat french-fries with 30% less calories, but the same “big taste,” as regular french-fries. They are designed to satisfy your craving for french-fries, and be as equally satiating, but healthier given their reduced fat and caloric content. Experts say it will be a game changer in the fast-food industry.

“But they are fried in the same oil, with the same ingredients as the regular french-fries!” I exclaim enthusiastically to my client.

She laughs quietly to herself, shakes her head, before replying, “ That just doesn’t make any sense.”

So I’m not the only one that just doesn’t get it. A sigh of relief. My client and I are going to get along, I can feel it.

We are concluding our initial client meeting at a table in the corner of McDonalds on Hillsborough Avenue in Tampa, Florida. To the kid that grew up in South Tampa, this isn’t, historically speaking, the best part of town. It’s also the first time I have been inside a McDonald’s in years. And, it’s the last place in the world I expected to be interviewing a new client. But, the Diet Coke is great,  the refills are unlimited, and, truth be known, none of that matters because despite the fact that I am the only person in a suit and tie within a five-mile radius, I am smiling.

I am smiling because I am interviewing my second official Aronfeld Tampa Client for the day, and I like her. Not only do I like her, but I believe in her and I believe in her case. As she relays to me the facts and circumstances surrounding the events that befell her on that fateful day, I am growing impassioned for what happened to her. I feel sorry for her. But it’s not the kind of remorse that drives one into a deeper desolation. Rather, it’s the type that drives one to action. That makes me want to go home, jump on a computer, and get to work!

As a young lawyer, I am reminded that this is why I love Personal Injury Law. This is why I get out of the bed in the morning, suit up, and literally – go to battle. Indeed there is a war that rages on out there. Its us against them; the little people against the corporate giants. And if we, the lawyers, and me, the young lawyer, does not go to battle for the little people, for the clients sitting in the corner of McDonalds on a Thursday afternoon, who will?

There are so many places left to go with the story. I could venture into the sacred territory of Personal Injury law and drift off into soliloquy about the 2011 documentary Hot Coffee – certainly that would be ironically appropriate. I could tell you about my first Aronfeld Tampa client meeting at the Starbucks up the block where I sweat through three layers of clothing in order to preserve client confidentiality (to other young lawyers out there – Starbucks is NOT a private place, by the by). Or I could talk about the group of old gentleman who actually hang out in this particular McDonald’s as if it were a barbershop. I mean, the Diet Coke is pretty good. But instead I will end where most good stories end.

The young lawyer is driving home now. Windows down and tie loose, he’s talking to himself about the arguments that will work and the arguments that won’t. He’s angry, but then he’s excited, and he is fervent. The hot Tampa summer air fills the delicate spaces of his truck with a warmth unlike Miami. He finds an argument that works. He sees the Tampa skyline in the distance and he laughs. He thinks about the path he has chosen and the long road ahead. But today, he isn’t scared or anxious. Today he is satisfied. As he exits I-275, a Burger King greets him on the left. Maybe next time.

To Be or Not To Be, Part 2

In my entry two weeks ago, I contemplated a question central to my existence. As a young lawyer, was I born to be a personal injury attorney? The world needs us. Nevertheless, does that same world need Domenick Giovanni Lazzara, the young lawyer, the portrait of a secret artist at heart. This week I confronted this question head on, like Hercules facing the Minotaur in the center of Minos’ maze. When the ashes had settled, I stood in the midst of it all, victorious. In one beautiful moment it came to me and in that twinkling of an eye I felt infinite.

The doubts I faced faded in that instant because I knew. This is what I was born to do. I have found my purpose. I am following my destiny. I was born to be a Personal Injury Lawyer. To help people and to care deeply about that cause. To dare to fight the stereotypes in order to make this a better, safer, and cleaner world. To represent my clients in their most trying of times until the very end.

Personal Injury Law is a profession laden with polar opposites. On one end of the spectrum are the “ambulance chasers” and pain clinics; the exorbitant doctor’s bills and attorney’s fees; the “hurt” and the injured. It’s a business as much as it is a trade. Unfortunately, oftentimes it is this plebeian side of Personal Injury Law that society focuses on. It is, however, the side of Personal Injury Law we at Aronfeld Trial Lawyers avoid at all costs.

At the other end of the continuum is a trade claiming business and financial gain only as the means necessary to an end. That end, that CONCLUSION, has one purpose and one purpose only driving it – helping people. What I tell clients all the time is this. Accidents happen, injuries occur, it is a part of life. But it is a detour that you do not have to go through alone – a detour navigated best with the help of counselors that care. Counselors like my fearless leader and mentor, Spencer Aronfeld who I’ve seen literally break down in tears in front of clients as they poured out their hearts to us. Being able to guide people through these most trying of times, to make them whole again, has been and will remain to be the most satisfying part of the life of a young lawyer.

To be or not to be a Personal Injury Lawyer was the question I had to confront now, at the infancy of my legal career. As my closest friends and family pointed out – the central question is what will bring glory to God. “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” My purpose is to help people and ultimately, make this world a better place for us all. And my heart, my heart remains to be with Aronfeld Trial Lawyers and Personal Injury Law.

That being said, I am proud and excited to announce that I was given the opportunity to stay true to that purpose and follow my heart. I will be moving to Tampa not just to be with my family, but also to open the Tampa office of Aronfeld Trial Lawyers. It is my contention that the road ahead will be long and at times, a challenge greater than I could have ever imagined. However, there is not a doubt in my mind that every obstacle I face can and will be overcome with hard work, perseverance, and above all, faith.