About the car accident I had in Los Angeles. . . .

"A car accident ruined my life until I met him..."

That afternoon, I was waiting for the red light at an intersection in Los Angeles, and suddenly there was a loud bang - a drunk driver's pickup truck hit my car from the side. The moment the airbag exploded, my mind went blank. When I woke up, the incandescent light in the hospital hurt my eyes. The doctor told me: "The lumbar spine was bruised and I can't work for at least three months." What's worse, the insurance company was only willing to pay a small amount, and the other party's lawyer even hinted that I "exaggerated the injury." When I was lying in bed and checking the bills, I felt desperate for the first time: "Can I just admit that I'm unlucky?"

The turning point came when my friend said: "Look for Mark Howard, he specializes in dealing with this kind of rogue."

"When the other party's lawyer played rogue, my lawyer did three things"

The first time I met Mark, he was dressed in a suit, but his eyes were like a wolf that smelled prey. After hearing my story, he sneered: "Do they think you can't afford a good lawyer?" In the following three weeks, I saw what "professional dimensionality reduction strike" means:

Evidence crushing: He retrieved the intersection surveillance and bar consumption records to prove that the other driver was a habitual offender who "knowingly committed the crime";

Medical endorsement: Arranged an authoritative orthopedic expert to re-evaluate, and the words "permanent soft tissue damage" in the report made the insurance company shut up instantly;

Psychological warfare: Before the trial, deliberately leaked that "mental damages" would be added, scaring the other party to raise the offer overnight.

But Mark held down the pen I signed: "Don't worry, let them hurt for a while."

"In the last minute of the court, my compensation tripled"

On the day of the trial, the other lawyer was still entangled in the sophistry of "minor injury". Mark suddenly played a video - my daughter cried and said "Daddy can't lift high anymore". Some of the jury members had tears in their eyes.

Final verdict: full compensation for medical expenses + loss of work time (including potential income from freelance projects); compensation for mental damage (the other lawyer dropped his pen when he heard the number); punitive damages (the judge reprimanded the driver in court as "extremely dangerous to society"). I received a total of $650,000 in compensation. Mark blinked when signing: "Next time they bully ordinary people, they will think of your case first." Walking out of the court, the California sunshine finally became warm again. This victory is not just about money - it taught me: "In the United States, a good lawyer is not a luxury, but a necessity for survival."