It was 5:00 PM on a cold winter evening. I’d testified at a Workers’ Compensation hearing and was walking toward my car with an attorney. We were the only two people on a lonely, narrow street. The stores were shuttered. The neighborhood was in a devastated section of Bridgeport, Connecticut.
Suddenly, coming from across the street and down the block, we heard the cracks of two shots from a small-caliber pistol.
People rushed from their apartments toward a store—the source of the shots. The once-deserted street was now filled with people milling about. The police and an ambulance arrived. We learned that two men in the store had been shot—one fatally.
A year later, I was scheduled to examine a Workers’ Compensation claimant who could no longer work. Reading the records sent a chill through me. While working at a dry goods store, Ari had been shot during a holdup attempt.
Entering my office, Ari looked like a tough customer. About 6 feet tall, he was built like a bulldozer. He was unshaven, disheveled, and looked depressed.
He described having been working with his father-in-law in their dry goods store in Bridgeport. It was on the very street I’d been on the day of the shooting. At 5:00, two men entered the store with pistols drawn. They threatened and demanded the money in the register. Ari’s father-in-law handed over the cash. One gunman, for no reason, shot the older man in the chest. He died instantly. He then fired at Ari, hitting him in the groin. The gunmen fled.