Shortly after an earthquake devastated Haiti in January 2010, I was part of a team that traveled to that country in hopes of providing much-needed aid. As we drove through Port-au-Prince one pitch-black night, we suddenly stopped dead in our tracks, as the headlights of our vehicle played across the boulders that had been lined up across the road ahead. Was this some kind of ambush? Were we about to be robbed, or worse?
