“It’s all Jesus. Not me, and anytime someone tries to give me any credit, I say it’s all His.”  Steve Aceto sat across from his beautiful desk and remarked those word in response to my questions “how do I get where you are?”  His response, while I completely understood as a fellow believer, also left me at a bit of a loss as I was looking for a recipe or at least a grocery list in order to start a career.  At that time, which was 2014, Steve was an excellent attorney and earned a stellar reputation and had a beautiful blue house as an office.

Jim Siemens was kind and gracious enough for me to rent space at his Patton Parker House from 2017-2021.  It was a wonderful experience but he had given me a heads up that this wasn’t going to be forever house, so from about 2018 on, I had my eyes peeled for a house, weekends booked for randomly driving around, and my real estate agent, Greg Palombi, scouring the internet.

I had a couple of visits over the years, but nothing seemed to stick.  Then, in 2021, my friend and mentor, Steve had listed that beautiful big blue house for sale.  He put in our local bar briefs that he was calling it a day and retiring.  He and I stayed in touch over the years dealing in various cases and contacts.  I reached out to him, and he politely thanked me for reaching out, but said that all questions should be sent over to his realtor.

I talked with Greg – and put together as much as I could to make Steve an offer that he definitely could refuse but was the best I could do.  Greg submitted the offer, which was met with a thank you, but we already have several others higher, but Steve would think on it.  A couple days later, Steve sent an email out to all buyers.  “Please put your best, final number and I will make a decision.”  I read his email and thought to myself – Hadn’t I done that already?  We emptied the couch cushions and cobbled up some more money, and sent Steve an email with not just the best number, but a number I could only dream of.  He accepted my offer.

At the closing, I asked Steve about accepting my number when there others more competitive and he said – “we’re all just renting here anyways – this was never mine.”  Again, my jaw dropped.  The consistency of a man who had made those same remarks years ago and then to actually see them lived out in front of me was glorious to witness and be a part of.

As I write this during the holiday season, it reminds me of going to the mall and trying to find that good parking spot up front – and then you see it only for it to be taken away by a minivan at the last moment, don’t you feel robbed?  Robbed of a parking space that was never yours anyways?  Or when you go to your restaurant, and the table you always sit at, someone’s there – and you just want to say “excuse me”?  We have a undeserved sense of entitlement.

To gain the perspective that it was never yours to begin with, but just a blessing for the moment in time when you got to hold it, that is the lesson.  Over the course of my career, I can say that horrible, unexplainable things have happened to really good people.  Guaranteed that anyone reading this can relate.  When you can appreciate that if a good thing happens is an undeserved blessing, and that when something bad happens – well that’s just the tax you pay for walking on this Earth – that’s when you have at least an attitude of gratitude that will help you stomach these problems and endure this time.  In Steve’s perspective, he wouldn’t call the perspective one of gratitude, but of the eternal perspective one has when they have faith that a guy named Jesus Christ took all your faults, bad deeds and mistakes and paid for them with his own life, instead of yours.  When someone’s already paid the bill, you can live rent free.

In Spring of 2020 (and anyone over the age of 8 likely knows what happens next), I was fortunate enough to be able to coach little league with Jim Taylor which was a dream come true. Jim is an excellent baseball coach and he shared my kumbaya coaching philosophy. As we prepared for the draft, I created a multi-sheet excel spread sheet with about every statistic or comment I could think of on the draft ability of 10 and 11 year olds. I shared it with him like a kid showing their mom what they did in art class. His poetic response: the best laid plans of mouse and men often go awry.

In April 2019, my firm expanded and brought along Chad Donnahoo, an attorney with a decade of experience in practicing law and was as smart a person as I had ever met. We were all set – with ideas of opening offices in Burnsville and growing practice areas. Little did anyone know or expect that the world would simply shut down in March 2020 and for the next year or so and go through a pandemic. Throw plans out the window when folks are ordered to remain indoors for 3 months, flatten the curve, and mask up.

Skipping ahead, in Fall of 2024, another unpredictable, cataclysmic event happened in WNC – Hurricane Helene. Our house was without drinking water from September 27 to November 18. Instead of checking in with clients for case updates, we were checking in just to see if they were alive and okay.

What’s the take away? Don’t make plans because you never know when a Hurricane will wipe things out? Certainly not. What those events have taught me is that while you should make plans, even be excited about them, you don’t have to worry yourself to no end about them happening or not. There’s a sense of peace knowing that while we can put forth our best effort, we can just be a day away from flushing toilets with 5 gallon buckets in a blink of an eye or locked down at home trying to teach our kids math because of the plague. Man made plans after all are just that – man made in a world that man didn’t make. Of course they may not always work out and that’s okay.

“Fair only happens once a year by the Ag-Center” I remember my kindergarten-age son responding back to his younger brother in one of their never-ending disputes about something that would be forgotten in about 15 minutes.  I had never heard the saying in my life and paused my mediation efforts to find out what he meant.  My son told me that when someone in his class would say that what was happening wasn’t “fair”, the teacher, lovingly, would try and teach them at that very young age, that unfortunately, fairness isn’t a guarantee in life.  Actually, the only time you can count on “fair” is in September at the Ag Center when the WNC Fair comes to town.  She had distilled one of life’s complex lessons into a saying a kindergartener could understand.  Life isn’t always fair.  (Ironically, one of the cases that I’ve had the opportunity to work on involves injuries at the fair.   

https://wlos.com/news/local/new-case-of-legionnaires-reported-possibly-connected-to-quilt-show and workers’ compensation cases aren’t fair).  

In my career in working with individuals and families in personal injuries and workers’ compensation cases, I’ve learned that accidents don’t discriminate.  They can happen to anyone without rhyme or reason.  It can be absolutely heartbreaking. 

But, along with learning that life isn’t always fair, and that bad things happen to good people – I’ve also seen clients find a silver bullet to defeat their tragedy and be able to continue to live their life.   Clients that are able to walk away with a perspective of “well, it could have been worse” or “there’s something larger at play” are able to move on.  Even if they missed their ticket to the fair, they find a way to move on.   

This post falls on Thanksgiving, which was not by design, but could not have been more timely.  Despite the cumulative unfairness of life from year to date, Thanksgiving forces you to stop, shift your attention away from what went wrong, and focus on what are you thankful for, and there’s always something to be thankful for (see this wonderfully, funny clip from Mike Godwin (https://youtube.com/shorts/DKYy2ze2_l0?si=u9mF4wb9Kvcv2oS) –  Even if you missed the fair, give thanks.  It will make life a better ride than any at the fair anyways.

Brian Flagler told me that the first thing that he’d do if he was going out on his own was to get an assistant. He’d never ever practice without one.

Now, at that time, he may as well have said “the only type of car that I would ever drive, is the one with the shiny rims.”  Rims were expensive and seemed unnecessary for the vehicle I could afford and where I needed to go. What I did not know then, but know now, when Reed and I agreed that I would be leaving and Karen was going to join me, he wasn’t offloading an assistant that he didn’t  need, but a guardian angel. Karen had been an assistant for longer than I had ever been out of college. She knew the behind-the-scenes tricks of the trade, a network of paralegals and resources, and most importantly – she had a heart for each one of the clients that you couldn’t hire or train. She had just a natural connection with people and clients, and unending patience. So when those clients were tapping their forks ready for the food to come out, Karen just had a way with them in letting them know it’s almost ready and it’s going to be alright.  

Karen eventually left to work with another PI firm. (way more on that below).  A former client was letting go of an assistant that had a helpful background in what practice areas I was focusing on at the time. After the second day, of what was supposed to be a trial period, I offered Jenna a full-time position. The former client actually heard about how great she was doing and regretfully wished he had kept her for himself and never told me. If you’re going to do pretty much anything in life, whether attorney or other profession, the lesson learned is that you have to have someone that is going to have your back. You have to have someone there that can be a back stop, sounding board, an open shoulder, a post to lean on, and everything in between. As Admiral Mack McCraven said, if you want to change the world, find someone to help you paddle. If you want to find change the world, get Jenna Jarrett in your boat.  

  *Oh boy.  That was the original end of the lesson but as I have posted and seen people take heart to these lessons, I owe it to folks on this journey to be transparent.  I truly want to share lessons for the benefit of others, even if it is at my expense, so here goes:   

Reed Williams told me “if you’re mad at something, go kick the dog – don’t take it out on the people that are there to help.”  I was in between a million meetings and Karen said, I need to talk to you.  I heard it like another email in the inbox and said “yeah, hold on” – but she said “no, I need to talk to you now.”  I stopped, sat on my couch and heard her say that she’s leaving.  Going to another firm.  Devastation sank in as much as I sank in the couch.  Karen was my ride or die.  She had practically built the firm with me, put as much on the line as I, and I trusted her like Christmas Day. I offered every nickel I had to see if she would stay.  Nope. Done.  Leaving.   

So what happened?  In brutal honesty, I missed the assignment.  I was so consumed with the goal, I thought everyone else around me was.  Of course this is hard, tasks are never ending, that’s the deal.  But when you have someone else in the trenches with you, it’s not about digging ditches.  It’s about the person beside you.  I did not appreciate that I was working with someone that believed in me, and not just a soldier in the army of work.

Folks reading this post are leaders – they have demanding jobs, stresses – tasks that their magnificent minds understand so clearly that they cannot imagine any other brain not comprehending the same – but when someone may not seem that oh-so-obvious-answer – don’t snap. They are in the same boat with you and rowing as best they know how which may not best you know how, which is understandable because you don’t share the same brain that tells you how. So when you see or hear your teammate that is right beside you digging, you don’t have to tell them the right way to grip the shovel.  That’s not the point. The point is they are beside you and working with you.  If you are upset about what they are doing, changing my mentor’s phrase, “go pet a dog”.

(No animals were harmed in this post or in any lesson learned.  Her name is Brownie Jo and she approves this lesson).