Three years ago after a motorcycle accident, during worst days of my life, Frank was there to keep me calm, point me in the right directions, and take a personal interest in my well-being before worrying about the legal stresses. I stuck by him when he went out on his own, because he had stuck by me.

Surgery happened. A case developed. As I got impatient with the wheels of justice and the endless physical therapy, Frank was always reassuring and helpful. Not that empty kind of helpful, but the kind that makes the phone calls for you and dumbs down the red tape until it's not something to actively worry about. When I struggled with frustrating insurance and provider phone calls, he would take over and it was always "I took care of it."

And when he thought my case would be better handled by bringing in extra legal representation, we went that route even though it meant much less payout for him. That's integrity! Frank continued to keep an active interest in my case and my sanity when the others took the helm. His advice was grounded yet optimistic, and in the end I couldn't have asked for better ending thanks to his diligence.

Every conversation started with him asking how the recovery was coming along, how the family was, and if I had any concerns. Years have passed and he still speaks as a friend.