Bader Scott Injury Lawyers - June 2020



06 .2020


H ello everyone, Seth Bader here! It’s been a while since I sat down to write one of these newsletters, but Luis passed the baton back to me this month so I could talk about someone incredibly important to me: my dad, Daniel Bader. Father’s Day is coming up in a few weeks, so my dad has been on my mind a lot lately. Actually, my dad is my hero, so there’s never really a time when he isn’t on my mind, even though he passed away a few years ago. I’ve worked every day of my life to follow in his footsteps. He was a doctor, and I’m a lawyer, but I see a lot of parallels between our lines of work, and the life lessons he taught me are my guiding principles. When I was little, my dad used to read me the book “Here Comes the Strikeout” by Leonard Kessler. It’s about a kid named Bobby who loves baseball but can’t manage to hit the ball. In an effort to get better, he asks his friends for help. One of them offers him a lucky ball; another suggests his lucky bat. None of the charms make a difference. In fact, Bobby doesn’t get any better until he brings the problem to his mother, who tells him, “Bobby, you have to go and practice. Just go out there and keep practicing.” After taking her advice to heart, Bobby hits a game-winning home run. The book ends with the line, “Lucky hats won’t do it, lucky bats won’t do it — only hard work will do it.” My dad loved that book, and he lived by its final quote. Growing up poor in Brooklyn, New York, my dad valued work ethic, integrity, and the relentless pursuit of knowledge. He became a self-made man, serving in the Air Force, putting himself through college and medical school without any help from his family, and eventually becoming a neurologist with his own successful practice. And he did all of that after his service in the Air Force left him partially blind. Through everything, my dad never once got bitter about the hand life dealt him or lost sight of his goal: to help as many people as he could. When I was young, sometimes I’d to go with my dad to the hospital and join him on his rounds. There, I saw close up how compassionate he was, how much he cared about his patients, and how he always put them first. There’s no question that he inspired

me to become a lawyer and start Bader Scott Injury Lawyers. I don’t help people in the same way he did, but my practice is all about the clients, just as his was all about the patients.

When we weren’t reading “Here Comes the Strikeout,” my dad and I were living it. As a kid, I loved baseball just like Bobby, so in the evenings and on weekends, the two of us were always out in the yard hitting balls. I learned the value of hard work during those summers as the bat put calluses on my hands. Looking back, those long nights are proof that Dad was a dedicated father to me and my brothers, Adam and Noah. We each had our own interests as children, and he always found time to work with each of us and help us pursue our passions. As a father myself now, I truly respect that and strive to do the same for my daughters — no hobby, dream, or interest is too small for my attention.

“Through everything, my dad never once got bitter about the hand life dealt him or lost sight of his goal: to help as many people as he could.”

My dad was one of the best men I’ve ever known. He taught me that you can accomplish anything with enough time, passion, patience, and humility, and it’s a lesson I’ll never forget. Though we won’t be able to spend Father’s Day together, I’ll be thinking of him, just like I do every other day of my life.

Wishing you all safety and good health,

–Seth Bader, Founder and Owner

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