I worked at a posh Country Club in Florida. I worked with all men and a large portion of them were from Guatemala and Haiti. One in particular man was one of 17 children. He was about 65-70 years old, a Deacon in his church, married with 4 great kids. He never addressed me by my name but always Ma’am. His boss wrote him up to be selected for employee of the quarter. I was a student of photography and had to do a portrait of someone. I chose my Henry. He had so many hidden stories 1/2