I grew up saying I would never be a lawyer. My father was a lawyer (he’s retired now), and I was going through a rebellious phase—a phase that apparently lasted until my mid-twenties when I finally had to admit that maybe going to law school was what I wanted to do. I worked as a legal assistant for my dad for a few years to help me decide, and that gave me the chance to work on cases involving personal injury, insurer misconduct, and legal malpractice. It was rewarding to help people work their way through the often-confusing legal system to get them a measure of justice for the harms done to them.