Yesterday was mail day, so we called Jaime to come and drive us in his taxi. He was friendly as usual, but his countenance changed immediately when Mike asked him how he was doing. Shortly after he phoned on Thursday morning to say happy Mother's Day, he got a call from his sister-in-law, saying his brother was in the hospital. The doctors were unable to save him and he died shortly after the phone call from a heart attack. He was only 32 years old and he was active in sports and running. He left behind a wife and two daughters, ages 6 and 3. Jaime's mother will never forget having a son die on Mother's Day.
Jaime told his sister-in-law that he would take care of the children, so now he has to support his own four daughters, plus hers. This is the second rough blow he has had of late. Not long ago Jaime was driving through the terminal where the ruta buses pick up their passengers and some men hailed his taxi. When they got in and they had driven a small distance, one of them pulled out a gun, put it to his head and told him to get out of the car and leave his keys. So, he lost his taxi that afternoon and received no help from the police.
We asked Jaime if people here carry life insurance and he said it is so expensive very few people can afford it. Isn't it amazing that you can go to sleep peacefully one night and have your life transformed completely the next day?