I was coming from Las Vegas, heading back home to Mississippi—it was about a ten-hour drive. I was passing through a town called Weatherford, Texas. It was December, cold, around nine o’clock at night. I was driving in the slow lane, minding my own business with my two dogs and all my belongings, when all of a sudden I was hit. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was, but I came to find out it was an 18-wheeler. It felt like a missile. My truck started rolling, and the next thing I knew, I came upside down. My seat belt was choking me. I saw flares and lights shining—I was in the middle of the highway.
For about a month, I gave the trucking company everything they asked for—documents, access to my vehicle—while I was in pain and trying to get to doctor’s appointments. Then I realized: they didn’t care. I needed someone to fight for me, because I knew I couldn’t stand up to a trucking company on my own. That’s when I started looking for a lawyer and came across Ryan Zehl. I called, and I spoke to one of the attorneys immediately. I knew right away this was the right firm. They cared, they had compassion, they had the track record, and I wasn’t going to be just a number.
Working with Zehl & Associates restored my faith in attorneys and in the justice system. They always made me feel important. Whenever I needed anything—doctors, surgeons, appointments, medications—they made sure everything was handled without any complaints.
The trucking company fought us every step of the way, and Ryan and his team fought—and won—every step of the way. Ryan told me we’d have to go to mediation, but not to get my hopes up. He was right—it was a joke. We knew we’d have to go to trial. The trial was in Dallas and lasted six weeks. The trucking company brought in a team of lawyers, but they were no match for Ryan and his team. Watching Ryan in the courtroom was amazing—it was like watching Tom Cruise in *A Few Good Men*. He knew exactly how to get his point across to the judge and jury in a way I’ve never seen before.
One moment that stood out was when the truck driver testified. The trucking company tried to blame me, saying I caused the accident. Ryan tore the driver apart on the stand until the driver admitted he had lied—that he caused the accident, that his attorneys lied, and that I had been minding my own business and wasn’t at fault.
Ryan and his team are like nothing I’ve ever seen before. They’ve been there for me from beginning to end, making the process as smooth as possible. The defendants appealed—and we won again. In the end, I was awarded more than I ever thought was possible.
Through this process, Ryan, Kevin, and Nikki have become like family. I love them, I trust them, and they’ve done more for me than I ever imagined. If you or your loved ones are ever in need of an attorney for an accident, this is who you need to call. They will fight for you—and they will win.