You never know what can happen. I know that firsthand.
I was a seminary graduate headed toward ministry when a traumatic brain injury nearly took my life. No warning. No time to prepare. My family had to make hard decisions without any of the documents that would have made those decisions clear.
I recovered, went to law school at Indiana University, and wrote a book about what those years taught me: Saving the Subject. The skull in these photographs is a model of mine. I keep it as a reminder of what my family faced, and of what every family I serve is really preparing for.
That crash was a personal injury case before it was anything else. And my family’s scramble, hard decisions with no documents to guide them, is the estate planning story. Both of my practices come from the same hospital room. In injury cases I stand with families in the years after the unexpected; in estate planning I help families get ready before it. I believe someone who harms you should be made to make it right, and I believe putting your house in order is one of the most loving things you can do for the people who depend on you. My job is to make both clear, careful, and done.