So my maid comes in to ask me if I want my morning smoothie and cut fruit. As I look up to say yes, she's crying. This is why...
Apparently, some scum fuck broke into her house last night. She's got three boys with hemophilia, so they couldn't do anything but hide. Her husband was at work. She gave them the $ she had and her TV. When she was fighting them off her kid's Christmas toys, they whacked her over the head with a club. She's been over 12 hours with that gash on her head and there was no way to get a picture of just how big and deep that thing really is. She had no $$ to get to the hospital and was afraid I'd fire her if she didn't come to work.
I just sent her off to the hospital with some cash to get it stitched up. I'm figuring it'll be at least 15 or 20 stitches to close it back up.
This is such an amazingly safe country if you don't live in the ghettos. It's actually the safest country in central and south america. That kind of thing is not something that would ever occur to me as a possibility in this area of town. But for the grace of God, there go I...ya know?