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"Who lives here?" I asked. "No one", she responded. "Lawyers have office here. Someday you will have an office here too. There will be people who really need your help." My grandfather, Joseph Vulich, an immigrant construction worker from Croatia never got to see the finished building. He died when scaffolding collapsed during construction.
My grandmother, who could not read or write a word of English, was left with three small children. Back in that era the only compensation was your last paycheck. My grandmother was a proud woman who cleaned offices at night and took in laundry during the day to support her and her children. I have aspired over the last three decades to make a difference for many families who have lost someone to a tragedy, or suffered a catastrophic injury. I am proud to say that I have made a difference for families to receive a fair resolve as opposed to no compensation at all.
Over the last 30 years, some things have remained the same and some have changed. The constant is simply this; it is never easy talking to a family who has suffered a horrific loss. Their world has been turned upside down and everything good has been shaken out. I feel their pain every time. What has changed is that insurance companies have never been more difficult, if not impossible to deal with.
During my career, I have served as an assistant police prosecutor, and an attorney for the Cleveland Police Patrolman's Union, but nothing has come close to giving me the satisfaction of being a plaintiff personal injury lawyer. I feel honored and privileged to be able to continue the good fight, because what resonates in my mind is my grandmother, Veronic Vulich, and her prophecy that there will be people who really need my help. I look forward with excitement and anticipation to continue my calling over the next 30 years. |