Jeremiah R. Shrauner

I grew up in Midland Texas. Like most of the kids in my neighborhood I wanted to wear that LEE helmet, and notch a victory for Midland Legacy over Odessa Permian and Midland High. Being a bit of an odd ball I also played in the "Mighty Rebel Band." During and right out of high school I worked in the oil and gas industry. If I wanted to have subs in my truck and money in my pocket I'd have to go earn it. I worked rebuilding wellheads during the summers, and then went on to do flowback work right after graduation. During that time I learned the meaning if hard work. You don't forget being excited to see a cloud or how Midland water from an orange cooler tastes coming from a cone paper cup on the 10th consecutive 100+ degree day.   I also learned how unforgiving the vehicles, tools, chemicals, and other workplace hazards could be. In a moment a life could be permanently changed or ended. I also witnessed first hand how hard it is for people to get the compensation they're due, and heard people talk about just trying to get the hospital bill  paid when they were hit by another reckless driver. Nevermind all the care they need to get put back together, people were not even getting what most would say is the bare minimum. That injustice stuck with me.  Knowing something was wrong and needed to be fixed lit a fire in me. I decided to go to school. I gravitated to law school, likely because I'm argumentative and stubborn, but also because I felt there was tremendous opportunity to stand by and fight for what is right. I thought I'd do something in oil and gas. In my head it was helping with contracts, sorting out mineral rights, and compliance of some sort. But as I started to learn that work I found myself restless. I wasn't at home and I realized that I wasn't going to do anything to fuel that flame in me. I found myself working on my first injury case almost by accident. I was at a firm that did a little bit of everything and I got looped in on a daycare abuse case. A child was shaken, on camera, plain as day, and the daycare had the gall to blame the kid's parents for his injuries. I knew then my calling was personal injury. In this practice I'm at home- and I'm reminded of that gratifying feelign after a day of hard work. I wake up early and put on my jeans to go inspect crashed vehicles. I hurry over to the hospital to meet injured clients. I work with medical providers to get a fair price, and like swinging a sledge hammer to loosen a bolt caked in dirt and rust, I swing my bar card to get insurance to compensate my clients fairly. Seeing my clients heal physically, emotionally, and financially is worth every minute I've put into it-from law school to the bar exam to the long nights preparing for a trial.To make a good thing better, I work for  firm dedicated to selfless service in the communities we call home throug our Carlson Cares initiatives. Fighting for justice and giing back to my hometown of Midland is a dream job. Putting on the CLF logo is just as exciting as putting on that LEE helmet beacuse I get to fight for a team and community. This is a winning team that I'm sure the hard-working people in the Permian Basin will be proud of. If you've been injured, seek immediate medical attention and then contact the Carlson Law Firm.Boom or bust, we're here to stay. We care. We can help.