On a Tuesday evening - at about 5 p.m. January 12, 2010 - a 7.0 magnitude earthquake destroyed Haiti. More than 200,000 died. Countless more were left injured and homeless.
[Photo borrowed – I forgot my camera!]
Two weeks later, I found myself in Port-au-prince working on my first story assignment. Our team of three – photographer, videographer and writer - were going to tell the stories of how God is working in the lives of earthquake survivors. It would be a more personal account than what was being reported by the major news networks.
It took us three days to arrange supplies, a driver, a translator, lodging and border access. Even once these considerations were more or less in place, communication barriers made it impossible for us to reach our connections.
Despite the logistical obstacles, we made it into the collapsed city. On the outskirts of town, life seemed to have already returned to normalcy. But we realized how misleading this first impression was as we drove into the worst hit areas of town.
We encountered utter destruction like I’d never seen.
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