Christopher James Patsos made life easy for us when life was at its hardest. My 92-1/2-year-old father had suffered a stroke after having been hit by a car driven by a man whose license had been revoked. The minute we met Chris—when he came to see us in the hospital before, even, we’d formally agreed he’d represent us—he took over, and saw to everything. He worked speedily and well, knowing my father’s age and actuarial tables would make the responsible party’s agent reluctant to settle quickly—and it settled quickly. Every encounter with Chris was pleasant and helpful. He is a good man, a man of integrity, and—along with his wife, whom we met when we celebrated and whom my father adored—became as family to us.