After graduating from university, I went to do my social service in a place far from my usual residence. It is on another island in the archipelago where I live. Being in this stage of my life, I met my current wife. We met through a cousin of hers who lived in the community where I was doing my social service. At that time, my wife lived with her mother 20 km away. She went to visit her cousin and from then on we began to know each other, later we started a relationship and finally we got married.

The interesting thing about this story is that my wife had lost her father in a traffic accident in February 1974, exactly in the same month and the same year that I was born. She has always told me "I lost my father and you were born to take care of me and protect me as he would have done."

This coincidence still amazes me.