As A Regular Visitor to one of the Caribbean islands over several years, I always noticed that my favorite airport bus driver, an elderly Hispanic lady, was very courteous and pleasant but always bore a quiet sadness. I often used to wonder why. On a recent visit I found her bubbling over with joy, and accompanied by a very frail old man. She told me her story. In 1965 she and her husband, then in their forties, had tried to escape from Fidel Castro’s Cuba. She had succeeded, but he was caught. For thirty-seven years she had lived alone, praying and waiting for him to be released and join her in exile. Finally, ill and in his eighties, he arrived at the airport one day and they were reunited. Moved almost to tears, I asked her what had sustained them both over those sad and lonely years. She pointed heavenward and said simply, “Fidelidad” (loyalty). I was utterly humbled by this lesson in faithfulness.
The Origin of the Organic World – Part One