Have you ever had a traumatic experience that felt like the end of the world but was actually the beginning of the rest of your life?
On September 4, 2004, I was riding my motorcycle when an inattentive driver pulled out in front of me.
I had fractions of a second to decide if I would hit the car, which likely would have sent me flying over the vehicle in front of me, or intentionally lay down my bike, my pride and joy.
I chose the latter, and that’s where the rest of my story began.
The impact of the crash left me with a broken back that would leave me in a full body cast for months.
It also destroyed my Harley. Honestly, I don’t know which was worse.
On top of the nightmare of recovering physically from a broken back, I had to begin the process of recovering financially from the piles of medical bills that I couldn’t pay because I was unable to work. And then, of course, there was the task of getting my bike fixed.
I set out to find an attorney who could help and settled on one who “specialized” in motorcycle accidents.
I found out the hard way that there was nothing special or impressive about his experience. I mean, he wasn’t even a biker.
Not to mention, settling this case was something of a time issue for me as I had no income and mounting debt.
Looking back, I can see that I was compensated for my injuries and loss, but I was definitely not made whole. So I made it my mission to make sure other people who were wrongly injured did not experience the same thing I did.
Law school had never really been an option for me, but this traumatic event brought me to the beginning of a career in helping others recover from devastating accidents like mine.
And in case you were wondering…yes, I got my bike fixed. In fact, she’s in better shape than I am. And yes, I still ride. But if you are a biker, you probably already guessed that.
*Paul Sheston is of-counsel to Blase Inzina Injury Attorneys.
**He is licensed to practice law in Arizona and New Mexico.