I didn’t go to law school expecting to become a personal injury lawyer. Chicago was, after all, where you went to become a supreme court justice, or maybe a class action litigator taking on populist causes and reaping unfathomable awards from them. But it just so happened that fate, in the form of a slippery floor at O’hare airport, led me to take personal injury and the complaints of those injured by negligence a lot more seriously. I suppose that sometimes it just takes a good knock in the head!