March 13, 2017
We attended the theater last week. No, not Broadway or even Off-Broadway. It was a play at our local schoolhouse. Now, we make full disclosure here. Though we are way past the time when our own children were in elementary school, we do serve on a local school board. These were no less our children and these observations may well be clouded by the bias that such a connection creates.
Something happens to a chld on the stage; something that happens right in front of your eyes. We can't really define it, but we know it when we see it. It's a coming out; a declaration of sorts to the outside world: Here I am. See how marvelous I am. Let me share in your en-joyment of me. Give me your applause and send me home the victor. Interesting as well is that the word "me" in the lines you just read freely interchanges with the word "us." At once, the play is about the ensemble and the individual. If you find that confusing, you just haven't ever set foot on that stage.
We did, many years ago, and the experience changed us forever. No memory is as vivid; no experience as formative; no honor as well-earned as the applause we still can hear. On stage, the child moves out in front of his or her life to take the lead, protected only by what's be-hind and driven only by what's inside. In an instant, there is success or failure, and the very speed at which that determination is made confirms its value. You say the final line, sing the final song, play the final death scene, take the final bow and it is done. Game, set and match in a split
second of a lifetime.
To what value? We'd love to tell you we know, but we don't. It's not STEM education, but there's certainly something real important going on here. Perhaps it's a different kind of space exploration—inner space. We cast ourselves upon the stage, prepared with our lines, rehearsed in our roles, and hope we don't screw up. Whether it's the Sea of Tranquility or the West Side Story, it's still that same small scary step which, in it's taking, defines us as human.
When the trial lawyer dreams at night, what does she want to be? For one day, what could her Fairy God-mother provide? To be a judge; to take the bench, rather than stand before it; to right the wrongs that are thrust upon her by judges every day. Well, for the appellate lawyer, it's quite the same thing.
Two cases last week brought that dream to mind. Both involved damages and, in both cases, we knew that were we given the one day to right wrongs, we would start there. In the first case, Estevez v. Tam, 2017 NY Slip Op 01675 (2d Dep't 3/8/17), the court affirmed a jury's decision that the death of a father was worthless; in the second, Sawh v. Bally Contr. Contracting Corp., 2017 NY Slip Op 01724 (2d Dep't 3/8/17), the court looked at the injuries to a 12-year old child, rejected the determination of a jury as to their value, and substituted its own.