At 2am the rain started pouring in the Mission of Hope Camp, where most people sleep in shelters constructed from bedsheets and sticks. Six hundred people crowded into a shed already serving as a church and recovery room for injured people, trying to get out of the rain. With so many people crowded into such a small space, nobody could sleep. Everyone got wet and babies were crying; it was one of those nights when you just lose hope. Then, at 5am, the people started singing, using their voices to send up a strong prayer. In that moment I learned that the one thing the earthquake cannot take from the Haitian people is their spirit.
