The power of...
In my line of work - probate/guardianships and conservatorships, I meet all kinds of people. The majority are likeable and a few are not. I meet clients on a daily basis - at the local funeral home, in my office and the occasional house call when they can’t get to me. It is often at times of distress - having just lost a loved one. It‘s all part of the business and it’s the part of law that I enjoy. I used to enjoy criminal defense work but once you’ve been stalked by guy you got released from prison, it’s time to change your number and flee town...
Today’s story is about a man who is the conservator for his son:
His son James at age 18 years (just a month shy of his 19th birthday) was driving a timber truck and crashed off Tumalo Grade in Central Oregon. Severely injured, he was in a coma for 91 days. When he finally came out of the coma, he could not walk, was partially blind and paralyzed.
He was their only child so his parents brought him home when he awoke. They cared for him, fed him, talked to him. He enjoys music so his dad buys him Johnny Cash records. His parents believe in prayer so they held prayer vigils and took him to see Oral Roberts to be healed.
Eventually his mother was diagnosed with cancer and she died. James’ father could no longer care for him at home and moved him into a care facility where he visits him a minimum of two times every day. And they listen to Johnny Cash together and James can tap his foot.
James received $168 per month from the State of Oregon for his injuries. His dad, who left school in the 3rd grade to become a cowboy, took the $168 per month and routinely invested it into "little things" for James. Whenever his father saw a little investment idea that he thought would profit James, he invested. Sometimes it was $25. Sometimes it was more.
The conservatorship bank account today is valued at $841,278.23.
I am working on the Conservatorship’s 47th Annual Accounting to the court. James was injured as an 18 year old - 47 years ago. His dad is now way up in his 80's but has been there every single day for James.
And today I am very proud of what I do for a living...