I am not sure where to begin. I had a day off so I took my twin 3 year old daughters’ to a bouncy house play center. We also planned on stopping by a friend’s home with some baby clothes, high chair, and other necessities for a new baby. We had a friend who was struggling financially and unexpectedly had a baby. This was supposed to be a fun day. When I packed up the car, I did not realize this day was going to change my world. It was around lunchtime and I was driving along, passing through a relatively busy area. I had a green light. An elderly woman literally turned and struck my car. It seemed she thought she had a green light. It was later discovered that it was a green light for straight-thru traffic. It was red for those vehicles turning. The world literally stopped for those next few minutes. I can only remember certain things. I remember being smashed with airbags and feeling like they were coming from so many directions. I remember not being able to breath, never mind trying to speak. I only remember looking in the back seat for my girls. The picture is as vivid today as though the accident happened yesterday. They were in their car seats and just appeared stunned. No movement, just stunned. The next thing I remember is so many people running to my car from a gym where they were exercising. Nobody could get to me because of the impact. What I later learned, was that the car reeked of gasoline and the on-lookers grabbed the girls out of their car seats. I remember thinking you never move a person if ever in such a situation because you may be doing more harm than good. But I could not speak. I just sat there helplessly watching strangers grabbing my babies and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I remember a man, such a nice man, making his way to me. He told me to hold his hand and he would stay with me until Fire Rescue arrived. I still could not speak but in my head, I had so much to say. Why couldn’t I speak? What felt like an eternity, was mere minutes. Police, Fire Rescue, so many people in uniforms. More glass shattering over me. I felt blood, lots of blood. But, as any parent knows, all I wanted was my girls. My girls were my world and I could not see them. I did not know who had them. I already knew they would have been hurt. How hurt? Were they alive? I still could not speak. I still had this man holding my hand. I had no idea how he could have even done so because this huge car I was driving felt like a matchbox car. It was almost like an accordion that was closed. I remember both police and fire rescue asking me questions. Again, I couldn’t speak. I just wanted to see my babies. Finally, I was cut out of the car and I catch a glimpse of my girls, my world. I saw them in the hands of these amazing fire rescues personnel. I guess it put me at ease. But I don’t think that is the right word. Just so happy to see them. I had my clothes cut off and I was laying on this backboard and my neck in a collar. Still unable to speak, so many people asking me questions. I wanted my husband but how do I tell that to them. Finally, a deputy was able to locate my identification and found my husband. My husband is in law enforcement but not in the county in which the accident occurred. Later on, I discovered they tracked him down and someone drove him to the scene. It was too bad of an accident to allow him to drive. I remember getting to the hospital and discover the reason I was unable to speak—I had fractured my sternum and a number of ribs. I guess combine this with the shock, I could not breath. I am in a room without anyone but doctors and nurses. I find out my girls are in a room about 5 rooms over. I wanted to see and hold them. My family got there and immediately went to the girls. My husband gets to me and I somehow utter a few words to forget about me and go to our girls. The doctor comes in and says the girls are in shock but that’s normal. One of the girls’ has blood and marks one her neck but they both will be fine. Those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. We get discharged the next day and I feel like I was run over by an 18-wheeler. But more importantly, I sensed something was wrong with one of my babies. And everyone kept telling me it was the shock. But she wouldn’t stand up, she couldn’t hold up her head completely and it was very difficult to get her to eat. I knew, I just knew something was wrong. Family and friends kept saying I was over-reacting. I was just being a nervous mother and to stop looking for trouble. As a few more days went by, I called my pediatrician and said I am bringing her in and I am not sitting in a waiting room so get ready. I told my husband, it was around 6:30 in the evening, we are taking her to the doctor. He examined her and I knew it was bad. He said x-rays needed to be done so we went to an urgent care five minutes away. The doctor comes in and examines her. He said he needed some x-rays to be done. It felt like an eternity. I heard fire rescue sirens but did not think much of it. The doctor walks in and says my baby’s neck was broken. Stunned. I could not move. I could not breath. Tears started running down my husband’s face. I was frozen. The next words I heard from the doctor—there is a 50/50 chance that she will be paralyzed for life. What? How? Why? She was rushed to a hospital and discharged with “shock.” Next thing, the police come in the room. I could not figure out for the life of me, their presence. Apparently, the doctor called and said we may have either broken her neck or neglected the injury. Thankfully, I myself was in such bad shape because if not, I would have been arrested. Those sirens I heard, they were for my baby. She was rushed to the hospital where she spent her Christmas. By the grace of God, she was not paralyzed. I had to quit my job because once discharged from the hospital, her team of doctors ordered her to remain in this awful neck brace/collar for almost 6 months. And also, the after those 6 months, she needed to spend another 6 months in the house to completely heal. A year of her life and that of her sister’s life (she would not leave her sister), was lost forever. All because of a woman, who probably should not have been driving in the first place, made a very bad choice. Today, both my girls are perfect. It was the hardest thing I have ever experienced. I watched her in constant pain and I could not fix it for her. Unfortunately, I have had to undergo quite a few surgeries because of spinal injury from the accident. And I fine with it because it was neither of my girls. During all this chaos, all I kept hearing is to contact a lawyer. I could have cared less about a lawyer. It was the last thing on my mind. But, it was not about me, it was about my baby. So, I met with a few lawyers and hated them all. And honestly, I was skeptical when I met with Daniel Lustig. However, about a half hour after meeting him, he was different. He was just so different from the other lawyers. I mean he actually cared about my baby. I am not a person easily swayed. The reality is that I am not the nicest person in the world. So to please me, well, it’s tough. I myself, have a doctorate degree. I am an intelligent person so very few people could get one over on me. I definitely do not like lawyers and personal injury lawyers...definitely not! Daniel was just so different. In the beginning, I hated to admit it. I really liked him. And I really liked how he cared for both my girls. So, I hired him. It was the best decision I ever made. He worked so hard for my baby and he did it with such love and compassion. Although, do not mistake his kindness for weakness. He is a very tough litigator. He is the perfect combination of what a lawyer should be. There were times I could only speak with him later in the evening. He always made time for me. I had some unorthodox requests. I wanted this woman who changed our entire world, to see a picture of my baby before and after the accident. People thought it was odd. Daniel did not think so. I wanted her to know what she did to my baby. He went to the deposition with those pictures and showed her. During his representation, he kept me informed of every move. But really, I trusted him. I mean, I trusted him with the two most important people in my life. My girls. Although one was seriously injured, her sister had experienced trauma herself. She refused to get in any car. And she was afraid that the “bad lady” would come and hurt her. She clearly suffered watching her sister hurt so much. Daniel cares about both of them. Daniel became part of my family. A mother rarely trusts anyone with her children. But if you are special enough, she will allow it. The accident was three years ago and I would still tell you that I trust Daniel with the lives’ of my children. I do not know what else I can say to convince someone that he is undoubtedly the best lawyer I know. He did get her the maximum amount of money after he sued this woman. My daughter will be very well off when she is older. But, it was not about the money. And Daniel never made me feel the priority is the money. It was about accountability and responsibility. I cannot day enough good things about him. But, if you are looking for a personal injury who is both compassionate and assertive, he is your lawyer. And, if you are not sure, please know that I just spent about an hour of my day writing this review. This should give you a little insight into why someone should hire him.