Now that the dust has cleared — and we learn that the Worst Aunt in America was really just suing a young boy who broke her wrist because it was the only way to collect $127,000 on his father’s homeowner insurance — how come no one is asking the 2 most obvious questions:
Isn’t there something grossly wrong with our healthcare system when it costs $127,000 to fix a broken wrist?
And why didn’t she have medical insurance to cover that injury?
The bizarre, sad story — about an aunt suing for $127,000 in damages, after an 8-year-old boy jumped excitedly into her arms and broke her wrist — started this morning with the Westport News. It got some traction on “06880.” From there it spread to the New York Post. Reddit. Gawker.
And tonight, ABC’s World News Tonight.
Finally, the story comes its (thankfully) logical conclusion.
This afternoon in Bridgeport Superior Court, a 6-person jury took 25 minutes to tell Jennifer Connell: Go back to your 3rd-floor walkup in Manhattan — the one that is so difficult to get to, what with a broken wrist and all.
I seldom reprint news stories from the local media. If it’s already out there, I figure folks will find it.
But this story from the Westport News* has to be seen — by everyone — to be believed.
In 2011, a boy named Sean turned 8 years old. He had a birthday party at his Westport home.
Riding his new bike, he spotted his aunt. He dropped it and ran to her, joyfully screaming, “Auntie Jen! Auntie Jen!”
“All of a sudden he was there in the air. I had to catch him, and we tumbled onto the ground,” his aunt — Jennifer Connell, a New York human resources manager — recalls.
“I remember him shouting ‘Auntie Jen, I love you,’ and there he was flying at me.”
This is NOT Sean and his aunt, Jennifer Connell.
The reason her recollections are relevant, 4 years later, is that Connell is suing her nephew. She says that his “unreasonable” exuberance caused her to break her wrist. She is seeking $127,000 in damages from him. The case is being heard by a 6-person Superior Court jury in Bridgeport. He is the lone defendant.
She did not say anything at the time, she says, because “it was his birthday party and I didn’t want to upset him.”
Yet that broken wrist still haunts her.
“I live in Manhattan in a 3rd-floor walk-up, so it has been very difficult,” she said in court. “And we all know how crowded it is in Manhattan.”
But wait! There’s more!
Recently, she attended a party. “It was difficult to hold my hors d’oeuvre plate,” she told the jurors.
The Westport News story did not say if her voice broke as she described the horrors of her current, plate-holding life.
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