James Mitchell Brown
When I was three years old my cousin was misdiagnosed with the flu. By the time the doctors realized he had meningitis his brain had stopped working. Sixty-sis years later he still functions as a three year old. When this happened his father abandoned my aunt and she had to move in with my grandparents. I saw how my mother and her sisters helped my aunt take care of her children. My cousin lived with a family until my aunt was too old to take care of him at which time he moved into a group home. Roger is still with family for every holiday and whenever possible.
My father had to drop out of high school when he was 16 to support his mother, brother and sister because his father had died two years earlier. Through hard work and learning from some good bosses he ended up owning his own dry cleaning stores and always hired inner city disabled people to work for him. He paid their union dues and made sure everyone who worked for him treated them fairly.
When I turned 16, twice a week I picked these employees up in the inner city before school and drove them to work. After school I went to the store to get them and drove them home. That is what I did to get my father’s car to drive to school.
These experiences as a child made me know when I became an attorney that I wanted to represent the injured and disabled. My satisfaction as an attorney is when I change my clients’ lives for the better.