The City of Light. The poorest region of Port-au-Prince. Though the people living in these tiny tents have next to nothing, they have more joy than many people I know in America. They worship Jesus with dancing and smiles. This area is known as one of the poorest and most dangerous areas in the western hemisphere, and it is also one of the biggest slums in the northern hemisphere. Many of the people I met here, however, were some of the kindest, most hospitable people I've ever met. Though they had nothing, they insisted I come into their home and take a seat on their only chair. We tried to communicate with what little I knew of Creole, and what little they knew of English. Their gestures spoke louder than their words ever did. The children I played with needed love more than anything. We played all day long in the crazy Haitian heat, twirling and clapping as long as we could. Here are some of the people that will be in my heart forever.