Justin DiPietro will not see a penny from the life insurance policy he took out on his toddler, mere weeks before reporting her missing.
The insurance investigators will make certain of this.
Insurance investigators often have higher educational requirements, and more intense interview and interrogation training. While law enforcement must dedicate many hours to vehicle training, weapon training, and various tactics, insurance investigators concentrate on words, words, and more words. They are able to focus upon evidence, and before they cut a check, the investigation will be thorough.
The investigation will appear to commence the moment Justin DiPietro files the claim that Ayla is dead, be it when her remains are found, or 6 years from now.
Don't think, for a minute, that they have not already collected the background information into this case and have a solid file.
The investigation will be thorough, in depth, and will conclude what law enforcement already knows: the child met her death in the basement in Waterville, the night before the fake report was filed.
Then, when they are finished, they will share their investigative report with the district attorney.
Justin DiPietro will not see a penny from Ayla's death. Never.
His supporters say he just had a rider on his policy and all of this is just a really bad coincidence.
He, while single and habitually unemployed, purchased a policy from a friend, for his car, and just happened to include a policy, not for Ayla, but against her. She would not have, for example, her college tuition covered should DiPietro die. No. Sadly, fathers do die, sometimes, and a life insurance policy may be the only thing that stands between those he loves and poverty.
I watched this very thing unfold when a close friend, only 42 years old, started coughing on Memorial Day at a barbecue in my home, years ago. Big and strong, he refused to go to the doctor's, as he felt he would just get over it. He was vigorous and full of life, and laughed it off as he did with so many challenges in life. His faith was unshakable. He provided a good living for his wife and three young children, enough that his wife was able to stay at home and raise the children.
By November, he was dead, dying on his youngest son's birthday, as leukemia had been stealing away his life unawares. Shortly after his death, his widow, with barely enough strength to stand, received an insurance check that she needed to make last for many years, seeing to it that the children all attend college. Although they would gladly trade it all to have just one more day with their dad, the children went on in life because of the sacrifice their father had made in purchasing and maintaining this policy.
This is what parents do for their children.
This is not what DiPietro did.
This was not a policy to help his child. This was a policy against Ayla, not for her.
Justin DiPietro would stand to profit from her death.
He has another child.
He did not make a bet against her life. He only made a bet against Ayla, and it was a bet he intended on winning. He bet only on the child he could get his hands on.
A life insurance policy is a bet.
You give them a little bit of money, each month, which they then turn and invest. If the target dies, you win. If the target outlives you, they win. My friend gave up money, monthly, so that if something happened to him, others would benefit by his death; specifically, his wife and children. It was sacrificial, so that he could provide for others, as recipients of his love.
Sadly, his bet paid off. He lost his life, but his family went on to survive, including college educations. He knew, in his early 40's, that the odds were that he would not outlive his children.
No parent wants to outlive a child.
What were the odds that Ayla would not outlive Justin DiPietro, as the purchaser of the policy?
How many young, 20 something fathers, place such bets against a seemingly healthy toddler?
How can one look at the cutest of faces, the bluest of eyes, with all the promise of a future, and make a financial bet that she is going to be dead, thus, then will cash in?
Most parents buy life insurance for their children. Salesmen will sell anything, and here, it is a sucker's bet in which only the ghoulish benefit.
A life insurance policy against a child may be in play to pay for a child's funeral, should this horrible, and unexpected happen. In Maine, a child's funeral is about $500 if anything, for the unemployed, or those who refuse to work, either by sitting home, or by throwing temper tantrums at work and being sent home. It is more likely to cost nothing for such.
He placed a big bet, however, that Ayla would not survive.
How is it that he could beat the odds, and that a healthy young little girl, not even two years old, would only last 6 weeks from the time he purchased the policy?
No wonder the seller of the policy feels the need to defend DiPietro. Can you imagine the horror of projected guilt, and the sleepless nights, wondering if this sale contributed to the temper and mindset of this selfish man? The only defense they have is to defend DiPietro and claim, no matter how extreme the odds, and no matter how the evidence and police say otherwise, to defend him.
To defend DiPietro, they have to wage war against:
1. The odds.
How many other single fathers take a large policy against a healthy toddler?
How many other single fathers take a large policy against a healthy toddler and have said toddler go 'missing' weeks later?
They have to argue against ridiculous odds, steeper than any windfall lottery.
2. The police
They have to go staunchly against the police, in their own town. They have to claim that they are, while in unity, all wrong. Local and state police were all wrong.
3. The FBI
They have to claim that kidnapping experts from the FBI, who packed up and went back to MA early on, were all wrong.
4. The polygraphs
They have not not only argue against astronomical odds, and that the local police, state police and FBI were wrong, but that the polygraphs were also wrong.
5. Common Sense
They have to go against common sense, which tells us that no one was able to climb in a window, take out a toddler, while not waking anyone in the house, and leave no DNA evidence behind.
They have to go against common sense, when DiPietro said that someone did not approve of his parenting, so they took the child, severely limiting the number of potential kidnappers to only those within the circle of DiPietro and Trista Reynolds.
They must ignore the blood of Ayla, found on the basement floor in the home. How does a person with a beating heart do this?
They must ignore the ridiculous odds; they must conclude that the police in Waterville conspired with the State Police, who then conspired with federal agents from another State, to all risk their jobs, putting their wives, children and mortgages all at risk, just to frame a young man that most of them had never met nor heard of before he called 911.
8. Their Neighbors
They must now become willing martyrs, seeing themselves proudly, as standing up against the tide. This may be what drives them, after the projected guilt of knowing that their policy either directly or indirectly, influenced the violence that Ayla met in the home that night.
9. Their Conscience
The projected guilt is likely the single greatest motivating factor to embarrass themselves into defending not simply the indefensible, but into defending folly; against the justice that the blood of Ayla cries out for.
They must ignore the astronomical odds, conclude that levels of law enforcement conspired together, and that everything else in their way must be overcome, they reach the critical point where all reason is destroyed, and the sentimentality they may have felt towards this young man, will be, for the rest of their lives, a bitterness that has no rival.
They will, forever, be remembered as having defended a child killer, and will, into their retirement years, be haunted by that one small element of one small policy, in which they will, in the darkness of the night, consider:
How much did this policy influence the father when the 'accident' in the basement happened?
They will never be free from it, and the only redemption they may have comes from the age old principle:
"The truth will set you free." They must consider "open your mouth for the speechless" and realize that, as a year has past, Ayla's blood continues to cry out for justice, while they have been shouting her down.
It cannot last forever.
It must be terribly exhausting to attempt to drown out the sound of the blood, as it cries from the ground, to the Ears of the Almighty, for justice, much like the blood of the innocent Abel cried out for justice, following Cain wherever he went.
I would not want to trade places with any of them, even for an hour, to have to wrestle with the tiny face of Ayla Reynolds, nor the unending pain inflicted upon Trista Reynolds, who will never smile again, without the backdrop of what happened to Ayla, behind the smile.
Those of you who have either lost a child, or have seen your child suffer, know that, as a parent, you would have readily given your life for your child to be spared, without hesitation. You would have taken the suffering yourself. You would have gladly died in his or her place. Yet, it was beyond your control.
For DiPietro supporters to attack Trista Reynolds is beyond cruel. It speaks only of their own projected guilt, as they know her life, riddled with mistakes and bad choices, will never be whole, ever again, as Ayla will haunt her dreams when she is elderly. They know she did not kill Ayla. They know this, yet attack, over and over again.
It only highlights how severe their guilt is, and how bitterness has not only taken root in their souls, but has produced a noxious plant that is slowly choking away life.
What must it be like to do this, sit in church at Christmas, and celebrate the Incarnation, knowing the violence against the innocent Ayla? What comes to mind when Herod's slaughter of the innocents is read in their hearing?
Recall the holocaust of male children, two years of age and under, as they were ripped from their mothers' arms, and their blood shed before the very eyes of their mothers and fathers.
Time has not tempered this historic account of bloodshed.
Can they still even hear these matters? Can they be moved to tears, any longer, by the account of the suffering of these families, even while turning a cold shoulder to little Ayla, with her broken arm in a sling, and her blood on the floor, and her tiny body left out to the elements, as if she was trash?
What does it profit a man to gain everything, only to lose his ability to enjoy everything? The 'aristos' of life is gone. The lobster dinner is before them, yet they have no taste buds of which to enjoy. From the abundance of this bitterness, the mouth speaks, and it seeks to alleviate its own pain by inflicting more pain upon yet another innocent, the mother of Ayla, Trista Reynolds.
Police did not see the need for the polygraph; for it was a waste of time. Has she not suffered enough? Must they continue to torment her with vicious name calling?
Those who tell the truth pass their polygraphs and declare it so. They do not say "I can't tell you the results because it might taint the investigation."
Perhaps Sergio and Becky Celis can explain to us how saying "I passed my polygraph" will impact the investigation.
Perhaps Justin DiPietro can explain what it means to "smoke" a polygraph, or Elisha can tell us what "fine" means, and how neither of them were able to say "I passed my polygraph because I told the truth."
We ought not hold our breath waiting for this to be said.
We ought not hold our collective breath waiting for Justin DiPietro to file the insurance claim. He will not see a penny of that policy.