I felt sick when I heard about Felix Trinidad, a 34-year-old man who died in July after working through months with stomach cancer. Trinidad worked at Golden Farm, a Brooklyn market that sells produce and groceries. And he was so worried about losing his job, he didn’t take time off to go to the doctor to get a diagnosis until he had no chance of beating the disease.
Why would someone so sick soldier, working six days a week, 12 hours a day with so little apparent concern for his own life?
