The Hill of Tents

On the way from Port-au-Prince to Montrous, there is a part where the road comes to a dead end at a mountainside. You either choose to turn right or turn left. before the earthquake, there were no houses. After the earthquake, there is an estimated 50,000-100,000 people living on this mountain. Two weeks ago with a team, we decided to turn right and drive into the tent city to check out their water resources. They have a well at the bottom of the mountain that pumps out sulfur water. The people of the village will not drink the water because it smells like rotten eggs. This means they have no water source. How can you cook without water? How do you hydrate yourself with out water? How do you do anything without water? They walk miles and miles every day to get clean water to stay alive. I think this picture states it all...

While we were there walking around and talking with the leader of the village about the situation, Liz and I had two wonderful little girls hold our hands and walk with us. Dorleen was my little girl. She is the one in the picture above with part of the village in the background. We gave Dorleen and her sister pieces of bread with peanut butter and cookies. With smiles on their faces, they ate it quickly. Who knows when they ate their last meal. My heart broke for Dorleen. I have no idea what her living conditions are but I can guarantee it isn't good by anyone's standards. Please help me by praying for Dorleen and the people of her city.