My wife is Cuban. If we're getting technical, she's Cuban-Italian, but the point is that her father was a Cuban gentleman who - until the Castro brothers took over - owned a hospital in Havana. Since he was smart enough to see that Castro spelled trouble, he sent his family to Miami during the run-up to Fidel's takeover. He stayed behind to try and ride out the storm. Unfortunately, his ability and willingness to care for the poor was seen as a threat to the new regime and he was marked for death once the rebel army took complete control of the country. He escaped to South America, and eventually made his way to the US. He re-established himself as a doctor and, years later, my wife was born.
He was one of the lucky ones. In the process, though, he lost everything. He and his family lost the lives they knew. Their home, their hospital, their careers, and their life's savings were stolen. ...But that was better than facing Raul Castro's firing squads.