I couldn’t sleep last night. I was anxious about six hearings I had in the morning. But more than that, I felt a little burnt out for the first time in a long while. I’ve been taking communications classes on the weekends, while constantly learning medicine at nights, all the while spending most days in Court or depositions and keeping up with my case load.
By the time I got to Court this morning, I was less than excited about facing six or more NYC attorneys for the next 4-6 hours. I went to meet with my first client, a woman and her child. They were sitting on a bench outside the courtroom. The child was so small, maybe three years old, with a pink jumpsuit on. She had a small braid in her hair, and her lips were pursed together as she thought out the answer to her mother’s question, “How do you spell the word, cat?” The mother sat in patience, a quiet strength about her. She looked at me with a feigned smile, attempting to hold back the pain she has had to go through with her child being injured by someone else’s negligence. Taking her child to cold and dark courtrooms, when she should be out dancing in the sunshine.
And then it happened. After I shook the mother’s hand, her child slowly slid off the bench, and hugged me. Her little arms wrapped as far around my knees as they could, and I was in the arms of an angel. Her mother smiled. ”She likes to hug.” I gave them both a look and said, “So do I.” I got on one knee and asked for another hug, and the child obliged. Pure bliss.
I walked away from that encounter, as I do with so many other encounters with victims I represent, and that is with renewed respect, love, and pride for them. I am a lucky man to be able to do what I do…
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