After High School in Ohio, I attended two years of college at Miami University while working at a factory and lifeguarding at a local lake. Then I enlisted in the Air Force during the Vietnam era and served in Texas, Illinois, and California before being discharged. I finished college studies in California where I worked with retired Federal Communications Commissioner H. Rex Lee. He and Dr.s Jameson and Jones influenced my decision to attend law school, so I returned to Ohio, graduating in 1978. While in law school I clerked for James D. Ruppert, an incredible Ohio trial attorney who taught me more about what it really meant to be an attorney who helped regular people, and especially about being a trial attorney, than all of law school. I owe most of my professional accomplishments to his mentoring. I opened my own law office a few years later. While working with Jim Ruppert I became interested in Consumer Law so that I could help everyday people solve everyday problems. I never left those roots and although I have spent a lifetime doing it, it is still what I do today. What I am today as a man, I owe to my father, who taught me to always care deeply about what is right. He always was, and is still, a remarkable man. My tolerance of the rough patches in the road of life is something I think my mother gave me. What I became as a husband, I owe to my wife, Linda, who taught me that love alone is all that a life really needs. What I have been as a father, and am as a grandfather, I owe to my two children, who taught me that the smile of a child and the protection offered by a small hand being held in one's big hand is really all a child needs. They also taught me that it was something I needed to. I have learned a lot from other people too while on this road, but the greatest gift I ever received was from a nameless Vietnam vet in Griffith Park in Los Angeles years ago. I was not supposed to be in that city that day but was called there on unexpected business and had some spare time so I went for a walk and met him there near a park bench. He spoke softly from his well-worn scratched up wheelchair and shook my hand with his left hand because he had no right arm. In our brief meeting I never learned his name, but he taught me that the most important thing a person can do in this life is to help someone else. If I had not gone for a walk in the park that day, while in a city where I didn't live, on a trip that almost wasn't, I would have missed that lesson. It's something I live to do every day. Because doing that is what's right.