[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][title icon=”youtube-play” icon_color=”#bc0000″]Chris Finney[/title][vc_video link=”https://youtu.be/nd02mjcNy58″][title]About Chris[/title][vc_column_text]I broke some pretty serious news to my wife right near our 1st wedding anniversary. She was pregnant with our first child. She was finally feeling well enough to go out. At that dinner, I told her I was quitting my job and didn’t know if I would have another job. It was either stay where I was and find a way to be content or see what I could make of it.
I knew I wasn’t happy at my current job though it was a great opportunity—I was representing insurance companies but trying to tell myself I was helping individuals. I was only helping myself. The job almost doubled my previous salary and gave me benefits I only dreamed about (a secretary and an expense account). It took a lot of pressure off of my monthly student loan payment. I quit.
At that point, I didn’t care if I never got paid. I figured there was a way to make it. So I jumped in. I put up my own site (it failed miserably). I tried hustling tickets. I tried criminal defense cases and worker’s compensation. I took more small claims cases to trial than anyone I knew (I also found out there is a limit on how many small claims cases you can file).
My first settlement was a $20,000 case from a client way down in Doniphan, Missouri. My next one was a $1.25 million dollar case that jump-started it all for me. A truck driver was way over hours, omitted log times, and was on his phone at the time he rammed my client from behind in a construction zone. My client ended up dying several months after the settlement—his end-stage renal disease got him. He was a super nice guy who died happy. When I got to the funeral, I saw his wife. She had brand new teeth. She flashed me a huge smile.
There have been plenty of $500 cases littered throughout where we lost money. I have lost trials for clients that people told me I should not have taken and I have won eight-figure judgments for clients. It has been up and down but authentic the entire time. And I have been given access to plenty of mentors who have provided lots of encouragement, including my dad and brother.
Since leaving that big firm, we have helped all kinds of people. Immigrants from Africa, Mexico, Bosnia, etc…. We have helped wealthy people and poor people. We have helped people whose loved ones’ hearts will never beat again to people with sore backs. All of them have needed assistance and we are lucky enough to be able to provide it. Our staff has grown and includes the most capable, efficient and friendly people we could have. We are proud of what we do for the individuals and families that come to us.
Without a doubt, I know we can help you—by pointing you in the right direction or even by sending you to another lawyer. Our mission is to make sure you get Justice. Whatever that means in your case, our goal is to help you find it.
We have cases where we are up against 10 or more lawyers on the other side. But we only take cases we believe in and help clients we believe in. We have no regrets about the people we help.
If you are interested to see if we can help you, please let us know. We are grateful for every opportunity to help someone in need.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][title icon=”youtube-play” icon_color=”#bc0000″]Tyson Mutrux[/title][vc_video link=”https://youtu.be/tMmavNx4DRg”][title]About Tyson[/title][vc_column_text]I’ve always wanted to be an attorney, but when I was younger I didn’t think it was possible. Neither one of my parents graduated from high school and money wasn’t something we had a lot of. My dad and my mom both worked two jobs and taught me the value of hard work. As a mechanic, my dad knew how grueling manual labor can be, so he intentionally wouldn’t let me work on cars so that I wouldn’t follow in his footsteps.
I owe a lot to my parents, my wife, my family and my friends for where I am today. But I can point to two moments in my life that led me becoming a lawyer. The first may seem trivial to most, but it isn’t to me. On my high school graduation day, I received a book from one of my favorite teachers, Mrs. Morgan. The book? The Street Lawyer, by John Grisham. The plot of the book isn’t what mattered; it was the message. Mrs. Morgan had always encouraged me to become a lawyer, and this was another nudge down that path. With the simple act of giving me that book, she was telling me to follow my dream.[The book is great, by the way – I still have the original she gave me.]
The second moment had less to do with me, but its impact on me was far more profound. It was 2003 and I was a medic in the Army. I was stationed at Fort McCoy, Wisconsin, and my unit’s mission was simple; make sure the troops going to war were medically ready (we used the term “mobilize”). Fort McCoy is sandwiched between the towns of Tomah and Sparta, both with populations under 10,000. Needless to say, there wasn’t much for us to do while we weren’t working. To pass the time, we played basketball…lots and lots of basketball. Because we spent so much time playing basketball, I became really good friends with a lot of the guys going to Iraq and Afghanistan. One of the guys I played with left for several months and came back far earlier than the unit he mobilized with. After playing a couple hours of basketball, we sat on the bleachers and caught up for a bit. I asked him, “Why are you back so early?” I’ll never forgot his response. Without saying a word, he pulled off his shoe, then his sock. He was missing half his foot. I couldn’t believe my eyes – he hadn’t complained once or shown a bit of emotion. That night I went back to my room and told myself I have no excuses. I was going to law school and nothing was going to stop me.
Now several years after being a lawyer, those moments still stick with me. I talk about them every time I go speak to law students so they understand how important it is remember why we do what we do.
And now that I’m a lawyer, new moments keep me focused on what matters. Earlier this year, my client Cassandra came into the office carrying a tan jacket. She was there to sign some paperwork, but I noticed she kept fidgeting with the jacket. When we were done talking, she looked at me and said, “Try this on.” I gave her an odd look, but complied with her request. I said, “This fits perfect. How does it look?” Cassandra replied, “It looks great. I knew it would.” What makes this moment meaningful is that was her only son Braxton’s jacket. He died a year earlier in a horrific car crash. It was such a humbling moment. I wear that jacket any chance I get.
Chris and I started Mutrux Finney, P.C. because we have the same vision. We want to help people. And no matter how bad things get, we are there to help clients put the pieces of their lives back together. We aren’t able to help everyone – but we sure as hell will try.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”1399″ img_size=”full” title=”Chris and his family”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”1403″ img_size=”full” title=”Tyson and his family”][/vc_column][/vc_row]