Ben was referred to me by a past client of his that thought he might be able to help me with my divorce proceedings. I remember Ben walking into his office with such a presence that it actually flustered me and I began to talk a mile a minute. He slowed me down, politely informed me of his fees and I thanked him for his time but knew I couldn’t afford him and opted to represent myself. I asked him to look over my filings and asked for edits. He told me he was impressed and provided me great advice and edits. Later, he found me an attorney that could help me and made sure that I was represented, just as if he were representing me.
Ben and I began a friendship that probably saved my life. With his thoughtful and always sage advice, he believed in me more than I believed in myself. I think I might have won some cool points being from El Dorado and having a resemblance to Pam Grier that he made sure to tell his Dad about but we became instant friends. We would sit in his office, blasting rap music with his windows open and drinking Martinis for hours, or hit up different spots in downtown Bentonville, where I determined that he was the “Mayor of Downtown Bentonville”. He was THAT guy.
He became a friend that cared for me, saw something in me that I hadn’t seen in myself and he called me out on my bs when I needed to hear it. For that, I knew that I didn’t want to let him down.
I only had a little over a year to experience Ben and selfishly, it wasn’t enough for me, but I could be one of the unfortunate souls who never had the chance to experience Ben at all.
Ben, I promise to make you proud and I’ll always stay trappin’. Rest easy, my friend.
